Alone in a mammoth NY city movie palace matinee at the too young age of fourteen, I was terrified by PSYCHO. Having haunted me since then, I’m amazed by so much in my all-time favorite movie as I’ve rewatched it during the four dozen years since then. Cinemaphotography, editing, score, writing, acting, aret direction, costume design all work cohesively to create a masterpiece of macabre mood. I liken the milk & sandwiches with the juxtaposition of Marion Crane’s blond hopefulness to Norman Bates dark desolation equal to the best of Shakespearean dialogue. The death of the former by the murder of the latter represents not only a deep schism in just how I perceived cinema from that time on but also an iconic rift in popular American culture forevermore. The result of Hitchcock’s meticulous filmmaking endures unsurpassable by sloppier, overt wannabes, not to mention his sneak peak into motherhood gone wrong rendering it never quite the same again for this boy/man and others so devastated by his simply brilliant use of the film medium.