Even
if you know it's coming — and who, half a century after
the movie hit theaters, would not know it's coming — the
pivotal shower scene still shocks. Brilliantly directed
by Alfred Hitchcock, who does more with a small trickle
of black-and-white blood than most directors can manage
with full-color buckets of it, the sudden, terrifying
death of Marion Crane (Janet Leigh) will stick you right
where you're most vulnerable. After watching, who
can stand naked and alone, with shampoo dribbling into
your eyes, and not feel like Norman Bates might be lurking
on the other side of the curtain? It's enough to
make Bernard Herrmann's shrieking score haunt your
dreams.