I recently watched Psycho, yet again. Once more I forced myself to be a victim of the dirtiest trick that a narrator can play on an audience: to kill the main character in the middle of the story. In the past I assumed that this was just a sardonic experiment in narrative, but not this time. From the start the story is focailized through Marion Crane, and after her murder, the camera is freed from her perspective, it wanders around the room until it sets itself to inhabit Bates. Hitchcock is the great master of isomorphism: form always imitates content. Psycho is a film split in two characters to formally reflect Norman Bates -a host inhabited by two. And of course, he is the owner of a motel.
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