Psycho made a mystery of its killer's identity and motives whereas this technicolour predecessor reveals alot more much earlier on, leaving just one detail as a surprise for the film's climax, but the reveal is hardly worth it: the pace is plodding and the killer such an obvious weirdo from the start surrounded by so much garishness (pornography in the 60s and its purveyors) that today this serial killer thriller is not shocking nor suspenseful, just very hard to like.
★★☆☆☆
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