Mixed feelings on this one. Of the 3 Hitchcock films I watched in the past week or so, this was my least favorite. My personal #1 reason for that, if I'm being honest, is perhaps a little shallow. All 3 movies had a woman I was captivated by, and in this one she gets killed off pretty early on. (Similar feeling to The Birds where I was like, nooooo I want to see where she's going with this! But unfortunately this time the whole-ass plot still has to happen afterwards.)
I think this is one of those classics which I can respect for the influence it had, but which I simply prefer what later stories did when they took inspiration. The idea of a serial killer with a mild-mannered public image and a hidden dark side is enticing for a reason. I like it better when it's portrayed more as two sides of a whole person though. And I'm sorry, I try to engage with art on its level and in the context of its time, but the outdated psychology talk at the end just took me right out.
(A little digression, but I don't know, this made me think, is it a good thing that modern serial killer stories rarely make me feel as engaged with the victim, and instead focus mainly on the killer and/or criminal investigators? Am I wrong for preferring it that way? I don't care for true crime that tells its story like one of these modern mysteries, but when it comes to fiction, well, by necessity the people left alive are the ones we have to spend the whole story with and they should be some of the more engaging characters.... Right?)
Again, I get it, in terms of visuals and pacing it does a great job of telling the story it is telling, I just wasn't as hooked into the story. Maybe I'd feel more favorable on it if I didn't love Rear Window and The Birds as much as I did, and come in with expectations to feel engaged with this one just as much, idk.
And then there's the part I haven't addressed yet. While this movie has a general pop culture reputation as one of the great horror classics, when it comes up in queer circles it's usually mentioned as a source of transphobic imagery. In my honest opinion, I didn't find it nearly as bad as what that talk led me to expect? It does the same underhanded thing "The Silence of the Lambs" (a movie I had a lot of love for in my youth) does in terms of trying to distance its villain from irl queerness- Buffalo Bill isn't really trans, Norman Bates isn't really a transvestite, a professional said so, they're just some other thing that looks the same. However, this one doesn't really linger on that appearance until the very end, it doesn't rely on it in the same way to establish the character.