I've pushed off digging through the new Blu-ray of Soderbergh's King of the Hill and The Underneath in favor of swallowing whole this inter-intra-editing-together he's done of the Hitchcock Psycho and the other one from 1998.
Have I told you before how ridiculous you are for not subscribing to his Extension765 newsletter? You are ridiculous. An excerpt of the one that notified me of this magical thing:
Now, Mr/Dr Soderbergh wants everyone to know this post comes from a place of “total affection, openness, and honey bought directly from a beekeeper,” and that “societal norms shift all the time and man-made laws can change with enough money.” To give you more of a sense of context for these comments, he also said, “New studies will show the positive impact of new studies.” He said the more he thought about the Cannibal Cop case the more firm he became in his conviction to fight the Third Amendment, noting it had never been the basis of a Supreme Court ruling, and then, finally, he announced that all celluloid and polaroid black-and-white film would be confiscated under the terms the Pretention Protections Act, a bill which he “authored and saved to a thumb drive this very morning”.
My favorite story about the 1998 Psycho remake is a borrowed one. Nick, one of my dearest friends (and my former boss at the FSU campus cinema) saw it in desperation. I'm likely paraphrasing or embellishing, but trust me and go with it.
He approached the box office window as a fully adult man with not enough scratch to see any movie at the standard adult admission price. He looked the man in the window dead in the eye, his con standing on shaky ground.
"One small child for Psycho, please."
The man at the window was unfazed.
"That'll be one-fifty."
Nick handed over his greenback and a half, took his "CHILD" ticket for Psycho, and proceeded to "enjoy" a feature-length motion picture.
