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I was 13-years-old before my parents would let me watch Psycho. Growing up on a steady diet of Alfred Hitchcock films (Rope was too boring; The Birds was too campy), I expected another suspenseful romantic black and white with a handsome devil like Cary Grant or Jimmy Stewart trying to...

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I was 13-years-old before my parents would let me watch Psycho. Growing up on a steady diet of Alfred Hitchcock films (Rope was too boring; The Birds was too campy), I expected another suspenseful romantic black and white with a handsome devil like Cary Grant or Jimmy Stewart trying to solve the mystery they were accidentally entangled in. Instead, I went to bed clutching my pillow, vowing to never shut the shower curtain again. I watched it again as an adult and found it an equally bone-chilling experience. They don't make 'em like that anymore. See it as part of Lone Star Film Society's weekend-long tribute to the master director at 9:30 p.m. Friday at The Modern (3200 Darnell St., Fort Worth). Tickets will cost you $5-8 and are available by calling 817-738-9215 or online at prekindle.com.
Fri., Aug. 29, 2014