Though not a direct, shot-for-shot replication of the Alfred Hitchcock classic (especially not during the murder sequences, which end up peppered with disjointed “subliminals”), this remake does remain 99.9% faithful to the original script. I guess the cast gets an E for effort. After all, it’s scarcely Vince Vaughn’s fault that he isn’t Anthony Perkins, though he might have spent a little more effort to avoid acting like Pee wee Herman; his twitching and giggling make him appear more like a nervous nincompoop than a demented killer. Occasionally an odd moment will one-up the original, such as when Norman can be heard and implicitly seen masturbating during the peephole sequence. Other than that, however, the whole mess comes across as a really elaborate and expensive method of colorizing a vintage horror film. See if desperate
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