Showing posts with label Alfred Hitchcock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alfred Hitchcock. Show all posts

Saturday, April 6, 2013

TV Review: "Bates Motel"

Now that AMC has the highest-rated show on television with their often frustrating though usually amazing adaptation of Robert Kirkman's "The Walking Dead," it seems that every network is jumping on the horror bandwagon (more on NBC's "Hannibal," soon). Cable rival A&E (which used to stand for 'Arts & Entertainment') has given us their reboot of the Psycho franchise with "Bates Motel."

Set in modern California, "Bates Motel" is all about the young Norman Bates, his relationship with his mother and all the things that would eventually lead him to become the serial killer we all know and love. Novelist Robert Bloch based Norman on the infamous Wisconsin murderer Ed Gein, who also served as inspiration for the The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.  Gein dug up the graves of middle aged women he thought resembled his mother and made 'trophies' of their various body parts. In Bloch's novel Psycho (and Alfred Hitchcock's astounding subsequent film), Norman Bates kills and taxidermies his mother, takes on her persona and kills women "Mother" thinks jeopardizes their relationship.

"Bates Motel" begins with the 'accidental' death of Norman's father in the family's Arizona garage. Norman (Freddie Highmore) is devastated, though his mother Norma (Vera Farmiga) is surprisingly calm. Flash forward six months and the Bateses have moved to California where Norma has purchased a house and motel in order to start a new life for her and her son. Soon, the property's former owner, angry at having lost the motel in foreclosure, shows up to harass and eventually rape Norma. After Norman bashes the rapist over the head, Norma stabs him to death and convinces Norman to help her cover up the crime by dumping his body in a nearby lake. It isn't long before the hot Sheriff (Nestor Carbonell) and his younger, but equally attractive, deputy (Mike Vogel) show up with questions about the former owner's disappearance. It doesn't help matters that Norman, while ripping up a blood-stained carpet in one of the motel's rooms, discovers a hand-drawn diary of sorts, detailing the murder of an Asian sex-slave at the motel. Oh, and there are several attractive young girls at Norman's new school, who find the nerdy geek attractive, one of whom is the CF-suffering daughter of a taxidermist (hit us over the heads, much?). Of course, we all know nerds rule the world, but since when did 17 year old girls find them so hot?

Series creator Anthony Cipriano has set up an intriguing premise, though I can't say that all of what he's attempting to do works. There are some fine and interesting performances from Farmiga (Up in the Air) and Highmore (Charlie and the Chocolate Factory) as the dysfunctional mother and son. Carbonell (listed in the credits as a 'Guest Star,' so we already know he doesn't have long to live) applies the same intensity as he did to the FBI agent he played in the ill-fated "Ringer," but comes off as a bit of a jerk, much like his age-defying character on "Lost." Vogel (coincidentally having appeared in the 2003 remake of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre) is certainly pretty, but not much more. In fact, it seems like the producers (among them "Lost" producer, Carlton Cruse) of the show have gone out of their way to cast it with only very attractive actors, many of whom could be replaced with similarly attractive actors without anyone in the audience taking notice. It's almost as if they want to distract us from the very silly plot (which involves a town-wide marijuana farm conspiracy and a sex-slave story) with eye-candy. Not that I'm against eye-candy, per-se. I just prefer some substance to go along with it. The relationship between Norma and Norman tries to provide that substance, though the addition of Norman's half-brother Dylan (the also very pretty Max Thieriot), does little to help the cause.

While "Bates Motel" is certainly interesting, I don't think it has the legs to carry beyond a season or two. Especially since we all know the outcome. ** (2 Stars out of 4).



More, anon.
Prospero

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Master of Suspense

Sir Anthony Hopkins as Alfred Hitchcock
Let's take a brief Ghost Break, shall we?

There are almost as many stories about the making of Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho as there are analyses and commentaries on it. First, it truly is a masterpiece, despite its lurid (especially for 1960) subject matter. Imagine seeing Psycho for the first time in 1960. Not only did the director force you to arrive before the movie started by not letting anyone in after the first ten minutes (a trick that changed movie attendance forever), but the lovely leading lady is killed in the first act! And not just killed, but brutally knifed to death in the shower! By someone who turns out to be a man in women's clothing! Someone who taxidermied his own mother!

Based on the novel by Robert Bloch, which in turn was inspired by the true story of Wisconsin murderer and body snatcher Ed Gein, Psycho was unlike any movie anyone had ever made before. And it was a sensation. It was also the movie no one, including Hitch's wife Alma, wanted him to make. Of course, modern 'slasher' films make Psycho look quaint by comparison, though not even the best of them displays a tenth of its artistry. And I won't even go into Bernard Herrman's astonishing and iconic score, other than to say that everyone makes those staccato violin sounds when pretending to stab someone.

Now, in one of two competing films about the filmmaker (HBO's The Girl examines the director's relationship with the star of his other great horror classic, The Birds), director Sasha Gervasi (Anvil: The Story of Anvil) takes a look at the making of Psycho and its toll on the director and his wife in Hitchcock. Starring Sir Anthony Hopkins (The Silence of the Lambs; Magic) as Hitchcock; Dame Helen Mirren (The Queen) as Alma; Scarlett Johansson (The Avengers) as Janet Leigh; Jessica Biel (The Texas Chainsaw Massacre - also inspired by Gein) as Vera Miles; James D'Arcy (the upcoming Cloud Atlas) as Anthony Perkins and Michael Wincott as Gein. Toni Collete; Ralph Macchio; Danny Huston and Wallace Langham round out the amazing cast.

Psycho's influence on film and it's fans (not to mention the horror genre) is more far-reaching than almost any other since Citizen Kane.  

Hitchcock is one fall film I will most defintely NOT be missing.



Toby Jones (most recently seen as a dwarf in Snow White and the Huntsman) takes on the role of the lecherous director with a penchant for blondes in The Girl for HBO, alongside Sienna Miller as Tippi Hedron, later this month. 



More, anon.
Prospero

Monday, August 13, 2012

Happy 113th, Hitch!

Hitchcock and Friend
I'm pretty sure I posted about Hitch's birthday last year, but I'm too lazy (and too sick with a very nasty Summer cold) to look it up. Director Alfred Hitchcock made the 20th Century's most iconic thrillers and in 1960, changed the movie-going habits of America. Audiences used to show up for movies whenever they felt like it, often entering a movie that was already in-progress and sticking around for the next show to see what they missed. By insisting that no-one be allowed to enter the theatre after the first ten minutes of Psycho (the grandfather of all 'slasher' movies), Hitchcock forced audiences to arrive before the movie started.Psycho also upended audience's expectations by killing it's star in the movie's first act, something unheard of previously.

Of course, Hitch is famous for more than just that. He created the term MacGuffin and knew that the suspense of climbing a rollercoaster's first hill was far worse than the drop. He famously said about building suspense (you should excuse the paraphrasing here): "Place a bomb under a table at a meeting which only the audience knows is there," or something to affect. He also said (directly quoting here):
"The length of a film should be directly related to the endurance of the human bladder."And rather infamously, he is known for saying that "Actors should be treated like cattle." As much as I admire his films, I have to disagree with that particular sentiment.

Among my personal favorite Hitchcock films are:

Psycho:


Strangers on a Train


North by Northwest:


Rope:



Rear Window:



The Birds:


And of course, his masterpiece (widely derided by critics upon its initial release), Vertigo


Hitch was also famous for making cameo appearances in his own films. Here (via) is a video compilation of all of his cameos: 


Modern filmmakers owe an incredible debt to Hitchcock. He may have been (from many accounts) a bastard, but he created some of the most indelible images and films of all of all time. Personally, I don't know a single member of my generation who doesn't know and love at least one of his films. 

More, anon.
Prospero

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Happy Birthday, Hitch


Today is the 112th Birthday of probably the greatest movie director of all time, Alfred Hitchcock. By all accounts a bully on the set, Hitchcock's methods probably wouldn't be tolerated today. Still, say what you will about the man, he got the results he wanted and they usually paid off.

Ask me to name 10 of the greatest horror movies of all time, and 2 of them will be his. Ask me to name 10 of the greatest thrillers of all time, and 5 will be his.

I won't go on and on about his style and his camera work or even his obsession with beautiful blondes. There are enough books written about him and his films to fill an entire library. What I will go on about is the enduring quality of his movies. 31 years after his death, we still revere and talk about his movies (not to mention watch them over and over again). And while we may say a movie is "Speilbergian" or "Lynchian" or even "Felliniesque," he is probably the first director to have an adjective named for him. You know when a film is described as "Hitchcockian," you are in for a treat.

And there was also his TV series, "Alfred Hitchcock Presents." At a time when the major studios feared television would kill the industry, Hitchcock embraced it. His weekly forays into the macabre are just as good as his films and his corny appearances at the beginning and end of each episode are iconic, if only for the fabulous silhouette into which he walked each week. So, to honor his memory (and my love of his works), here are a few of my favorite Hitchcock moments:



Who else would kill his star in the first 20 minutes of the picture?



Damn, Rod Taylor was hot!



Perhaps Bernard Herrman's best score of all time...



So creepy...



Jimmy Stewart... No!



Farley Granger... No!



Perry Mason... No!



If you younger readers are unfamiliar with the master's works, line up his films in your Netflix queue ASAP. You're missing out on true geniius.

Happy Birthday, Hitch. And thanks for so many great movie and TV memories.

More, anon.
Prospero