Showing posts with label Robert Bloch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Robert Bloch. Show all posts

Saturday, 11 August 2018

What movie is this from?

I blogged before about the Flying Bean Café at the Beaconsfield train station. I loved right away this small quirky place, and one aspect of it I really love is the way they offer to give tip: by putting it in a cup that is an answer to a trivial question of culture. So as you can see on the picture, they asked what movie was the following quote: "A boy's best friend is his mother." The two choices were Forrest Gump (which I always loathed) and Psycho (classic thriller which I love so much that I actually read the novel, see this post here for details). The problem is that I had not watched either movie in a while and while I thought this sounded like Norman Bates and very, very familiar... it could be in a different context given to Gump and I could thus just be wrong and my memory was playing tricks on me. I placed my bet in the Psycho cup, only because it's my favourite movie of the two. Which one do you think it is from? And don't look down, that would be cheating.

Well, it turned out I was right! My memory and my gut feeling had not betrayed me. So it was Psycho all along. And now I am really looking forward to go back to the Flying Bean Café in Beaconsfield (or elsewhere?) to test my knowledge again. Until then, tell me if you got it right (or not) in the comments.

Sunday, 27 May 2018

Psycho read

I thought I hadn't done a reading suggestion for a while and today was a good time ti do it. So today's reading suggestion is: Psycho by Robert Bloch, which I read last year. Because there was an original novel to the classic Alfred Hitchcock movie. As much crime fiction as it is horror thriller, it's a gripping read even if you know the story already. Because if this genre duality, for Halloween lovers like myself, it is a great story to read while the holiday is still far away, but already in the back of your mind. And it's fun to notice the little differences between the source material and its far more famous adaptation (Norman Bates for instance is middle aged, overweight and ugly in the book). Some books read like novels, this one you read like you'd watch a movie.