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Psycho (1998)
Hoping for a fresh start with her broke boyfriend, Marion steals a huge sum from her boss and skips town, eventually stopping at a remote motel. Unluckily, the hotel is run by an insane killer named Norman Bates.
10 September 1931, Toledo, Ohio, USA
16 October 1962, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
11 June 1937, South Bend, Indiana, USA
15 September 1945, Quincy, Illinois, USA
3 December 1960, Fayetteville, North Carolina, USA
26 October 1956, Los Angeles, California, USA
13 March 1950, Miami, Florida, USA
4 October 1932, Long Branch, New Jersey, USA
25 May 1969, Aurora, Ohio, USA
13 July 1941, Rochester, New York, USA
27 April 1962, Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA
15 August 1923, New York City, New York, USA
October 23, 2013
The cast is fantastic, sure, but they're wasted in a sea of redundancy.
December 01, 2012
What Van Sant's film does, tremendously well, is make the material foreign again.
January 01, 2000
The film is polished when it should be edgy and impersonal when it should be seductive.
August 07, 2012
A futile, soulless shot-by-shot remake of Hitchcock's masterpiece.
January 01, 2000
Van Sant has cranked up the realism about 20 points, but somehow what he achieves for the effort is a larger sense of banality!
February 09, 2006
Hitchcock probably wouldn't tell this story if he was making films today, and he certainly wouldn't tell it this way, with internal 'voices', back projection, minimal nudity and violence.
January 01, 2000
It remains the most structurally elegant and sneakily playful of thrillers!
January 01, 2000
A lot less scary!
April 25, 2013
failed project
August 21, 2009
Already my mother and I mourn the day when some AVID editor will dare to digitally tweak Vertigo, spinning it into a virtual romantic comedy starring computer-directed replicas of Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan.
March 26, 2009
Contains nothing to outrage or offend partisans of the original, yet neither does it stand to add much to their appreciation.
October 22, 2012
a true labour of love, an homage in such deliriously infatuated thrall to its inspiration that it seems more arthouse folly than studio cashcow - or, to cite the psychiatrist near the end of Psycho, "these were crimes of passion, not profit."
