Hitchcock (2012) [Blu-ray]
Biography | Drama

Oscar Winners Anthony Hopkins and Helen Mirren are spellbinding in this provocative story about the making of one of cinema's most iconic films. Plagued by both a reckless ego and nagging self-doubt, Hollywood legend Alfred Hitchcock (Hopkins) becomes obsessed with a grisly murder story that the studios won't back. Determined, he risks his reputation, his home and even the love of his wife Alma (Mirren), as he sets out to make the film. Ultimately, Hitch wins Alma over, and the two collaborate to create an enduring masterpiece - Psycho. Also starring Scarlett Johansson, Toni Collette and Jessica Biel, Hitchcock is "a knockout from start to finish" (Rex Reed, New York Observer).

Storyline: In 1959, Alfred Hitchcock and his wife, Alma, are at the top of their creative game as filmmakers amid disquieting insinuations about it being time to retire. To recapture his youth's artistic daring, Alfred decides his next film will adapt the lurid horror novel, Psycho, over everyone's misgivings. Unfortunately, as Alfred self-finances and labors on this film, Alma finally loses patience with his roving eye and controlling habits with his actresses. When an ambitious friend lures her to collaborate on a work of their own, the resulting marital tension colors Alfred's work even as the novel's inspiration haunts his dreams. Written by Kenneth Chisholm (kchishol@rogers.com)

Reviewer's Note: Reviewed by Casey Broadwater, March 14, 2013 -- Moviegoers may know that Peter Jackson lost a lot of weight, recognize Steven Spielberg by his beard and glasses, or complain in the break room that Ben Affleck didn't get the Oscar nod for Argo, but outside of ardent cinephiles and auteur theorists, most audience members don't give much thought to the directors of their favorite movies. Alfred Hitchcock, however, was—and continues to be—different. His public persona is nearly as recognizable as his films. The erudite Master of Suspense. The portly showman in silhouette. The control freak, obsessed with steely blondes and mommy issues. He's a practically mythic figure, an enduring enigma, and as worthy a subject as any for a biopic.

Based on Stephen Rebello's book Alfred Hitchcock and the Making of Psycho, the movie Hitchcock—helmed by narrative feature newcomer Sacha Gervasi—follows a short stretch in the director's life in an attempt to demystify the man behind the iconic jowls and upturned nose. Considering its subject matter, the film is oddly and unfortunately lightweight, centering around the mostly fictional domestic tension between Hitch and his wife, Alma, instead of giving us the real on-set nitty-gritty. This was partially a matter of necessity, apparently—the production was unable to get the rights to show or directly recreate any recognizable shots from Psycho—but it will come as a disappointment to those hoping for a more in-depth, nuts and bolts-style meta-movie. Still, Hitchcock is enjoyable as a kind of low-intensity melodrama about Hitch's mid-life creative crisis, and it's worth seeing for star Anthony Hopkins' transformation into the corpulent future Sir Alfred.

The film opens after the successful 1959 premiere of North by Northwest, where Hitch exits the theater and is stopped dead in his tracks when a reporter asks him, "Shouldn't you just quit while you're ahead?" Hitchcock's overarching theme is solidified the next morning, as the whale-like director soaks in a tub he barely fits and jealously reads a newspaper article about "The New Masters of Suspense," profiling Henri-Georges Clouzot and Claude Cambrol. Most critics assume he's past his prime, but Hitch is determined to prove them wrong. It's just a matter of finding his next film. He tells his assistant, Peggy Robertson (Toni Colette, in cat-eye glasses), that he's looking for "a nice, clean, nasty piece of work," and she comes up with Robert Bloch's Psycho, a lurid new novel loosely based on the crimes of recently discovered murderer/grave-robber Ed Gein. The shocking story is outside Hitch's usual, sophisticated thriller territory, and he gravitates towards it precisely for this reason, despite the objections of nearly everyone he knows, including his agent (Michael Stuhlbarg), Paramount head honcho Barney Balaban (Richard Portnow), and his wife and writing/editing partner Alma (Helen Mirren), who dismisses it as B-movie horror material. Hitch counters with, "But what if somebody really good made a horror picture?"

Paramount refuses to back the movie, but Hitch at least negotiates a distribution deal after he and Alma mortgage their mansion to finance the project themselves. Filming begins on the studio lot, with closeted actor Anthony Perkins (James D'Arcy) cast as the mommy-loving Norman Bates, Janet Leigh (Scarlett Johansson) as Marion Crane—the on-the-lam secretary who makes an unfortunate rest stop at the Bates Motel—and Vera Miles (Jessica Biel) as Marion's worried sister, Lila. Hitchcock takes us on set only periodically. We witness the shooting of the infamous shower scene and watch as Hitch spies—much like Norman does in the film—through a peephole in his office on Vera, whom he resents for turning down the leading lady role in Vertigo in favor of having a child. We see trace evidence of the director's tyranny in his borderline psychological abuse of Janet —"Compared to Orson Welles, he's a sweetheart," she demurs—but also look on as he gives inspired stage direction to the nervous Perkins. Elsewhere, Hitch asserts his dominance with the puritanical Hays Office censor Geoffrey Shurlock (Kurtwood Smith) and shuts out the harried Balaban, who's denied access to the film's dailies.

This stuff is fascinating—a look at the inner workings of the movie biz and a master plying his craft—but in an effort to humanize, Hitchcock goes off the Paramount lot and spends a bit too much of its runtime on the commonplace conflicts of the director's uneasy home life. (Conflicts that were either invented entirely for this film or else extrapolated and embellished from what is known about their relationship.) Alma nags the overweight Hitch about his eating decisions and forces him to get some exercise trimming the hedges, but she really does have his best interests in mind. She's a constant in his life, offering creative support and even tolerating his obsession with his actresses. Their marriage strains, however, when Alma begins working on a screenplay at the seaside writing cottage of her suave and slightly younger pal, writer Whitfield Cook (Danny Huston), whom Hitch regards as a talentless hack. Feeling pushed aside by her husband's single-minded dedication to Psycho, Alma has a kind of emotional affair with Cook—long phone conversations, coastal highway rides in his convertible, casual flirting—while Hitch grows increasingly paranoid that the two are getting physical. This anxiety, in turn, fuels much of Hitch's on-set rage. Not that any of this is known to have happened.

The other misstep Hitchcock makes is in having Ed Gein himself (Michael Wincott) show up as a mental phantom who haunts Hitch's dreams and—in one dippy scene—even acts as the director's note-jotting psychoanalyst, listening to him rant about how he's resented and unappreciated in Hollywood. The conceit just doesn't play well; it's an out-of-place gimmick meant to add some Hitchcockian suspense and gallows humor to an otherwise straightforward and realistic film.

Hitchcock wants to get inside the director's head, but ironically, the film will probably be best enjoyed by those who don't have much interest in Hitch's inner life—or even familiarity with his films—and who just want a soft drama set during the late golden age of Hollywood. More successful as a well-adorned period piece than a psychological profile, the film is certainly handsomely made, from the Mad Men-era attire to the A-level cast. Scar-Jo and Biel don't have especially much to do, but they're great in their small roles, and James D'Arcy does a dead-on Anthony Perkins. Of course, the other Anthony is the big draw here, and while he's not a perfect match for Hitchcock, looks-wise, between Greg Nicotero's prosthetic effects work and Hopkins' homage of a performance—which stays away from caricature—the film does capture the spirit of the director's larger-than-life personality. The real reason to watch, though? Helen Mirren. Look out for the scene where Alma takes all of her husband's criticisms and throws them back in his face—it's Hitchcock's dramatic high point.

Perhaps not the be-all-end-all meta-movie that fans of the Master of Suspense were hoping for, Hitchcock is nonetheless an enjoyable—if lightweight—drama about creative partnership, ambition, and proving the naysayers wrong. What it lacks in psychological substance, it slightly makes up for with period piece savviness and fine performances from all involved, especially Anthony Hopkins and Helen Mirren. 20th Century Fox's Blu-ray release is all-around excellent, with a solid A/V presentation and plenty of extras, so as long as your expectations are in check, I see no reason not to give Hitchcock a go. Recommended.

[CSW] -3.8- Hitchcock is more about the struggle to get Psycho made, wrestling with Paramount Pictures, and the uphill battle with the MPAA. Did you know Psycho was the first film to show a flushing toilet? At its core though, Hitchcock is a test of the relationship between Hitchcock and Alma and how strong their bond really is. Hitchcock is primarily as entertaining as it is because a really talented cast made it incredibly charming, funny, and intriguing. It also shows how real creativity can't be contained.
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