Anatomy of a Psycho (1961)

Director:

Boris Petroff

Writers:

Jane Mann (original story)
Jane Mann (screenplay) ...

Genre:

Crime | Drama | Horror

Plot:

The crazed brother of a condemned killer sent to the gas chamber swears vengeance on those he holds responsible for his brother's execution.

Plot Keywords:

Brother | Attorney | Arson | Murder | Killer

Cast

Ronnie Burns	...	Mickey
Pamela Lincoln	...	Pat
Darrell Howe	...	Chet
Judy Howard	...	Sandy
Michael Granger	...	Lt. Mac (as Michael Grainger)
Frank Killmond	...	Bobbie
Russ Bender	...	Frank (as Russell Bender)
Don Devlin	...	Moe
William Salzwedel	...	Duke
Robert Stabler	...	Defense Attorney
John B. Lee	...	District Attorney

Runtime:

75 min

Country:

USA

Language:

English

Color:

Black and White

Sound Mix:

Mono

Company:

UNITEL

Trivia:

'Ronnie Burn (I)''s (adopted son of George Burns and Gracie Allen) final performance.

Unabrogated Vomitose Trash - Must See Celluloid!

Anatomy of a Psycho is unabrogated vomitose trash. You must see this celluloid fecalith to believe it. Why? It's memorable. If you saw only five minutes of Gone With the Wind, would you remember it forty three years hence? I wouldn't, nor probably would you. But believe me, you'd remember this gem.

But I remember the few moments of Anatomy of a Psycho. Thanksgiving week, 1964, I was at my cousin Pat's apartment. Why? Who knows? Perhaps to escort her across the hard grey cold asphalt parking lot to our apartment/prison across for Thanksgiving dinner? Who can say? But I remember Anatomy of a Psycho. How could I not? The sky was a cold grey coroner's slab of Cold War fear. Kruschev hadn't yet puked his last splat of vodka and already his grim successors grunted about nuclear war.

Cousin Pat's TV sprang to life - so to speak - with Anatomy of a Psycho. Knife wielding hoodlums attacked some stupid dope. They wore paper bags over their heads, prefiguring the 70s Unknown Comic. The imagery? Horrifying. I was ten. Were I eleven....well, you get the idea. Putrid. Awful.

And then it was time to leave. Hoods with knives on the rampage. The victim? Feckless moronic weasels who probably deserved it, in Hellyweird's warped thinking. That was 1964. This is 2007. Is Anatomy of a Psycho an ugly cretinous film with no redeeming values, an abominably cheap bad acting fete? Yes, all part of its charm.

Memorable? Would you be reading my mindless drivel were it not? You must see this vital lump of American cinematic culture! It stinks.

Dr. Paul Vincent Zecchino Manasota Key, Florida 24 February, 2007