Mood: Tired
So, I just watched Psycho for the first time last night. By myself. In the semi-darkness.
...let's just say that I didn't sleep very well last night. *rolls eyes* Interestingly enough, the 'shower scene' wasn't the scariest part. Sure, it was freaky, but not terrifying. The scary part was how the murder scene was dealt with later. *shudders* Just go and watch it.
Having only seen Anthony Perkins as Javert, it was very disarming to see him so much younger (he was really cute when he was young...'aww' cute, not 'hot' cute. He had this air of a lost puppy...kind of like James Stewert when he was younger, pre-war era). And he was so THIN--broad-shouldered, but if he turned sideways he was like a knife blade, all sharp angles and steel. And...and...I dunno, he was just intense and creepy and lost, all at once. THAT was the scary part. As Javert he's very intense, but also military and clipped and precise in everything he does, but with a masterful command on his reactions. As Norman Bates, there's this thin layer of normality (no pun intended) that just barely covers a simmering kaliedescope of repressed emotion...I'm going to stop waxing poetic and change the subject, m'kay?
So it's the 3rd of October, and we had freezing rain last night. WHAT THE HECK. It's too early in the year for that! Go away! *makes shooing motions* I was going to go out and take pictures of various fall-looking fields and trees and such, but there's this blasted cloud cover that is not friendly to photography. Maybe I'll go out for a ride and take pictures on the way... *muses* But first, a nap. Going to bed at midnight and waking up every two hours with Javert and Norman Bates duking it out in my mind is NOT conducive to restful sleep. *headdesk*