{"id":111,"date":"2004-10-04T17:06:12","date_gmt":"2004-10-04T17:06:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/?p=111"},"modified":"2004-10-04T17:06:12","modified_gmt":"2004-10-04T17:06:12","slug":"janet_leigh","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/2004\/10\/04\/janet_leigh\/","title":{"rendered":"Janet Leigh"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Another icon of the silver screen has taken her final bow. This time, it&#8217;s Janet Leigh, a fine actress who will forever be remembered for a single scene in one of Alfred Hitchcock&#8217;s best-remembered films, <i>Psycho<\/i>. <a href=\"http:\/\/www.hollywoodreporter.com\/thr\/people\/article_display.jsp?vnu_content_id=1000652579\">Leigh died on Sunday after a year-long illness, age 77.<\/a><\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>Sadly, I don&#8217;t think it&#8217;s possible for a modern audience to fully appreciate <a href=\"http:\/\/www.imdb.com\/title\/tt0054215\/\"><i>Psycho<\/i><\/a>, especially the renowned shower scene, because of everything that happened after that movie&#8217;s release. By becoming the mother (obvious joke) of the slasher cycle that followed in the late 1970s and &#8217;80s, <i>Psycho<\/i> is, in a sense, a victim of its own influence on its descendents. With each entry in the <i>Halloween<\/i> and <i>Friday the 13th<\/i> series &#8212; not to mention all the lesser shockers such as <i>Prom Night<\/i>, <i>Child&#8217;s Play<\/i>, and <i>Psycho<\/i>&#8216;s own inferior sequels &#8212; audiences became a little more jaded, a little more inured to the idea of knife-wielding maniacs carving up helpless women. In other words, Norman Bates became Old School. As far as I&#8217;m concerned, the slasher genre is over, finally driven into its grave by the self-consciousness of the <i>Scream <\/i>movies and the loopy comedy ripoff <i>Scary Movie<\/i>. It&#8217;s just not possible to shock or frighten the average moviegoer with this particular motif anymore, because it&#8217;s been done so much; the best you can hope for is to startle an audience or gross them out, neither of which <i>Psycho <\/i>can manage to do in a modern context. By modern gore standards, the film is downright tame, and the shocks are difficult to come by because the film seems so familiar, even to people who haven&#8217;t seen it before. Like <i>Star Wars<\/i>, its story has become such a part of our cultural tapestry that everyone has a pretty good idea of what <i>Psycho<\/i> is about before they ever push &#8220;Play.&#8221; And that&#8217;s too bad, because it&#8217;s an amazing movie when taken on its own terms.<\/p>\n<p>It begins in the usual film noir territory, with Janet Leigh as a good girl pulled into a bad situation. (A film historian could argue that the movie is anything but usual in its for-the-time frank depiction of Leigh having a lunch-time affair with a man who isn&#8217;t her husband, but I maintain that old movies were a lot sexier than is commonly acknowledged, especially the noir stuff.) Around the 40-minute mark, however, we experience that infamous, ground-breaking shower scene and <i>Psycho<\/i> suddenly becomes something quite different, something that was, in 1961, the year of the film&#8217;s original release, entirely new and unexpected. And, for audiences of that time, it was absolutely terrifying. Never before had a murder been so graphically depicted on-screen. Remember that in &#8217;61, the convention was to have people who&#8217;d just been shot clutch at their curiously unbloody shirts and fall over like a freshly cut tree. This was also a time when women were very rarely killed in the movies at all &#8212; most cinematic murder victims were male.<\/p>\n<p>But in <i>Psycho<\/i>, Hitchcock pushed the boundaries of his time and showed audiences something new and very unnerving: a naked woman, caught off-guard in the most vulnerable position imaginable &#8212; literally with her back against a wall and nothing with which to defend herself or even cover her nakedness &#8212; attacked by a knife-wielding lunatic.<\/p>\n<p>What&#8217;s brilliant about the shower scene, however, isn&#8217;t <i>what<\/i> it depicts, but <i>how<\/i> it does it. If you break the scene down frame-by-frame, you&#8217;ll realize that you never really see what you think you see. The knife never touches Janet Leigh&#8217;s body. We never see wounds or blood, aside from that little trickle down the drain at the end of the sequence. (Trivia note: that &#8220;blood&#8221; was actually Hershey&#8217;s chocolate syrup.) It&#8217;s all accomplished through editing and the viewer&#8217;s own imagination. (The first <i>Halloween<\/i> film, made nearly twenty years later and starring Leigh&#8217;s daughter, Jamie Lee Curtis, works in much the same way; you don&#8217;t really see much blood or violence, but everyone who sees the film believes that they do.)<\/p>\n<p>Even more interesting is how Hitchcock has lured the audience, through point-of-view shots and other tricks, into identifying ourselves with Leigh. When that shower curtain gets ripped back, we&#8217;re not just voyeurs passively watching a pretty woman meet her end (which is how most of the successive slasher films functioned). It&#8217;s <i>us<\/i> in that shower. The scene shocks because we can imagine ourselves in the same position. We feel the surprise of being suddenly disturbed in the midst of a normally intimate activity, the shame of being seen uncovered, the terror of a faceless <i>something<\/i> coming at us again and again, and the final, pathetic moments as life drains away one slow, shuddering heartbeat at a time. And it&#8217;s awful to feel those things. As it should be. (I have little patience for those who condemn Hitchcock as a misogynist because of this scene, or, more logically, the slasher films that followed it. Such nonsensical charge just tell me that they haven&#8217;t really been watching the movie, or else they don&#8217;t have as much empathy as they think they do.)<\/p>\n<p>The thing that really sells the shower scene &#8212; for me anyway &#8212; is Leigh&#8217;s final, unblinking stare. Hitchcock held the camera close on her eye for an uncomfortably long time, long enough that the viewer knows she should have blinked&#8230; and yet she didn&#8217;t. We&#8217;ve seen a lot of corpses on the movie screen in the years since, but rarely have they been so effective, so creepy. The unblinking eye makes me shudder every time.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s a strange thing to be remembered for, perhaps, getting carved up in a shower. But when you consider that <i>Psycho <\/i>singlehandedly invented an entire genre of filmmaking and remains one of the most imitated, parodied, referenced, and beloved movies of all time, well, that&#8217;s not such a bad thing to have on the resume&#8217;, is it? Janet Leigh, you will be remembered&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>UPDATE: <a href=\"http:\/\/rogerebert.suntimes.com\/apps\/pbcs.dll\/article?AID=\/20041005\/ESSAYS\/41004009\">Here<\/a> is a nice rememberance of Janet Leigh by Roger Ebert, the only mainstream film critic who actually seems to know anything about movies.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Another icon of the silver screen has taken her final bow. This time, it&#8217;s Janet Leigh, a fine actress who will forever be remembered for a single scene in one of Alfred Hitchcock&#8217;s best-remembered films, Psycho. Leigh died on Sunday after a year-long illness, age 77.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-111","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-in-memoriam"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=111"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=111"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=111"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=111"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}