A Tradition in the Making

Two Christmases ago (it may have been more), my family and I sat down on Christmas day while I forced them to watch 28 Days Later. Since then, we have continued watching horror movies every Christmas day (which isn't that many). This Christmas, we watched Psycho by Alfred Hitchcock.

It was really, bloody good. It was scary but tolerable. It was weird and suspenseful. I was also weirdly attracted to both the leading lady's lover as well as the murderer who had boyish charm that appealed to me greatly despite his stabby tendencies. Black and white seems to smooth over all imperfections and makes everyone infinitely more appealing:

Psycho (spoiler).

Doomed lovers. Soz.

Tonight, I will have nightmares and be perpetually (well, for the next two weeks) scared of taking a shower.

On that note, merry Christmas to you and yours.

All my love.

J