Psycho

Last night for the first time ever, I watched Psycho. Of course my entire life I had heard about Psycho and how it was probably Alfred Hitchcock's greatest or at least most popular thriller. I knew that it was good but I didn't realize how good. If I was a kid, lets say fourteen at the time Psycho came out in 1960 and saw it in theaters; I would have been scared out of my mind. I probably would have needed a new change of underwear. Even though I had already scene all the key scenes in the film, and new exactly what was going to happen already, it was still scary. The incredibly famous shower scene was put together so well, with the music and the angles. When the private investigator gets killed at the top of the stairs, when we find out Norman's mom had been dead for however many years, when we finally see Norman's dead mom and see Norman dressed up as his mom. The ending was so damn good, how the psychiatrist explains everything to us, about Norman and how his mother has taken over his mind. I never really care for the Academy Awards but there are certain times when they are probably very wrong. Even though Psycho wasn't nominated for Best Picture, Hitchcock should have won for Best Director. He lost to Billy Wilder for The Apartment, which had dominated that year anyway. That year the Academy messed up for sure because Psycho is a masterpiece and certainly one of if not the greatest thriller/horror film of all time.