Review of Hitchcock (2012) by Ryan S — 17 Mar 2013

TV shows have done every version possible of an actor dressed up in a fat man's suit (Friends; New Girl; Happy Endings etc). And every version ends up looking fake like an actor dressed up in a fat man's suit. Well Hitchcock brings that unbelieable make up and costumery to the big screen, having Anthony Hopkins look like went through a silicon facial and body appendage make over. The jouls and gut extensions and the hands are ... horrid. They're more scary than anything else in this flick (even Scarlett Johansson's acting). Went onto YouTube to compare Hopkin's physical presence and along with his vocal impersonations to that of Alfred Hitchcock and I'm sorry, Hopkin's doesn't even do Hitchcock's speechisms right (who has a more slowed, deep, laboured drawn out Southern-ech drawl).

Soooo you can write Hitchcock off from Hopkin's point of view. Helen Mirren does a fair bit better as Alma Reville, but even she can't bring you out of the hokey schlock that envelopes Hitchcock. Having Hitchcock (for whatever reason that wasn't clear nor established nor believable) dream and envision himself interacting with killer Ed Gains (the guy who is parrallelled in the book Psycho that Hitchcock engulfs himself in), is ridiculous. Jessica Biel turns up as Vera Miles in a "meh" role, while previously mentioned Miss Blond who can't act in anything (cough The Avengers cough) plays Janet Leigh.

Hitchcock is a Hollywood mess of an homage to one of television's and cinema's most stark and personified masters of macabre.