Psycho: Critic Reviews

It remains the most structurally elegant and sneakily playful of thrillers!

Van Sant has cranked up the realism about 20 points, but somehow what he achieves for the effort is a larger sense of banality!

The film is polished when it should be edgy and impersonal when it should be seductive.

A lot less scary!

Contains nothing to outrage or offend partisans of the original, yet neither does it stand to add much to their appreciation.

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.

...the Hitchcock film relied for its effects on originality and creativity. Van Sant's remake substitutes rote repetition and cliches that have long since lost their value.

Psycho doesn't do much for Van Sant, and he doesn't do much for Psycho.

Vaughn's Norman Bates is much inferior because he lacks the natural neurosis of Anthony Perkins.

Deserves closer consideration than it received.

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.

The movie doesn't stink. The performances are good, potentially great, especially Vince Vaughn as Norman Bates, but he owns a scene just for doing that psychotic giggle of his.

A lot of people may not get the point of recreating a work such as Psycho. I didn't get it, until I saw the film.

Personally, I found the remake weaker than the original (which was only vaguely interesting anyway; then again, it's pretty much the same movie).

To my absolute astonishment, I enjoyed the remake more than the original.

franky it sucks

Gus Vant Sant has remade Alfred Hitchcock's classic slasher film with so much reverence and so little originality that it is not clear what the point is.

It's surprising to note that this film, mostly well-acted, is somewhat lacking on the technical side, which is what Hollywood usually does best these days.

A Psycho that functions perfectly on its own terms while polishing this jewel of a thriller into its own bright new gleam.

Predictably, it's (almost) the exact same film, but I wouldn't say that it's a pointless enterprise.

It's not so much that this movie didn't need to be made. The real tragedy is that a group of enormously talented people wasted several months of their lives when together they could have done something fresh and exciting and original.

Gus Van Sant assumiu um trabalho ingrato: quando as cenas funcionam, em seu filme, a responsabilidade e de Hitchcock. Quando falham, a culpa e sua.

An utterly empty technical achievement.

What scared audiences then will almost certainly strike kids raised on the unholy trinity of Michael, Jason and Freddy as quaint and slow.

Es mejor que las nuevas generaciones vayan a la tienda de videos y renten la version original