A wealthy San Francisco socialite pursues a potential boyfriend to a small Northern California town that slowly takes a turn for the bizarre when birds of all kinds suddenly begin to attack people there in increasing numbers and with increasing viciousness.
In 1959, Alfred Hitchcock and his wife, Alma, are at the top of their creative game as filmmakers amid disquieting insinuations about it being time to retire. To recapture his youth's artistic daring, Alfred decides his next film will adapt the lurid horror novel, Psycho, over everyone's misgivings. Unfortunately, as Alfred self-finances and labors on this film, Alma finally loses patience with his roving eye and controlling habits with his actresses. When an ambitious friend lures her to collaborate on a work of their own, the resulting marital tension colors Alfred's work even as the novel's inspiration haunts his dreams. Written by
Kenneth Chisholm (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Dean Martin's recording of "Ain't that a Kick in the Head" plays when Janet Leigh meets the Hitchcocks prior to the start of filming. Filming on Psycho ended on February 1, 1960. The song wasn't recorded until May 10, 1960. See more »
It's lucky it didn't reach the house.
You know, there's gonna be a lot more jobs at that factory in Milwaukee come June. I could put in a word.
You can't leave us, Henry. She needs us both.
Can you stop being a mama's boy for one second? I'm not trying to hurt you, but Jesus, you gotta live your own life sometime. That woman can take care of her own god...
[Ed hits Henry with a shovel]
Good evening. Well, brother has been killing brother since Cain and Abel, yet even I didn't ...
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After the end credits, there is a brief shot of Anthony Hopkins as Hitchcock standing in profile in a large empty movie theatre. See more »
HITCHCOCK is about as well-written and cast as a TV movie (which is what it resembles more than anything else); it's bland, to put it mildly- a soap opera, all told. With the exception of one scene- where the miscat Hopkins as Hitch stands in a lobby "orchestrating" the PSYCHO shower scene playing out in the theater auditorium- HITCHCOCK offers little. Helen Mirren is wasted: Alma Reville has long been regarded as Hitchcock's guiding light; here, she's little more than an ornament fit for a fling with someone else. The casting is so bad that I actually burst out laughing when I saw Ralph Macchio- that's right: THE KARATE KID, himself- playing Joseph Stephano. I could go on (and on and on), but there's really no point. Giver a pass.
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