SLASHERS AREN'T FOR ME

Last night after having watched my SIU Dogs get humiliated against the Dukies and my Suns playing their usual style of basketball, which means losing to good teams, I turned to ER, one of my wife's favorite shows. She was pleased.

Actually we had forgotten about it or I would have capitulated to her choice since the Suns were only in the first half when I rejected them. But my point and to tie in with the Psycho picture, we don't like slasher movies. Well, maybe I like them just a little. I mean who couldn't like Psycho?

But an intern, I think, for you see I've never been able to hear all the dialogue on ER. Many accents, many mumblers, many mumblers with accents. background ER yelling--all lead to muffled verbiage for me even with the volume escalated.

But there was plenty of visual. Back to the intern. He cut into a patient's eye and the blood poured out. It hurt me. I commented, "Our son couldn't watch this." He of eye aversion viewage. "In fact, that got to me." "Me, too."

How Hitchcock could make such an everyday task as showering into such a dreaded, scary event was pure mastermind. Decades after, I'm sure there are many who shower and think of Psycho. And it was made in black and white. And all the blood that was shown was trickling down the drain.

What a movie. What a mind. A slasher movie without special effects. That was Hitch.