Karry Best movie of this year hands down!

ManiakJiggy This is How Movies Should Be Made

FeistyUpper If you don't like this, we can't be friends.

Portia Hilton Blistering performances.

Woodyanders Hypersensitive Chet (endearingly overplayed with considerable scenery-gnashing panache by Darrell Howe) is left despondent over the conviction and execution of his hoodlum older brother. Despite the fact that his brother was guilty, Chet nonetheless decides to exact revenge by setting up the son of a witness for murder. The tepid direction by Boris Petroff and the blah script by Jane Mann and Don Devlin alas allow the meandering narrative to never pick up the steam it needs in order to really cook and be effective; as a direct result of this, the movie fails to build much in the way of both tension and momentum (for example, a major trial set piece doesn't pack any real dramatic punch to speak of). Moreover, the sudden moments of violence tend to be clumsily staged and hence unconvincing. That said, the decent acting from the game cast prevents the picture from being a total wash-out, with especially commendable work by Ronnie Burns as the likable Mickey, Pamela Lincoln as Chet's sweet sister Pat, Michael Granger as the diligent Lt. Mac, co-writer Devlin as the short-tempered Moe, and Frank Killmond as the wimpy Bobbie. Howe's occasional hilariously histrionic outbursts provide a few unintentional belly laughs. Joel Colman's snazzy black and white cinematography makes nifty use of fades, dissolves, and super-impositions. Michael Terr's overwrought score hits the rousing melodramatic spot. A merely acceptable time-waster.

whpratt1 Decided just for fun to view this film in black and white and it sure was one of the worst films I have seen in a long time. Apparently in the 1960's there was a great deal of interest in the film Psycho and this film was introduced as another Psycho thriller.This is the story about two brothers and one gets sentenced to prison for killing a man and the younger brother feels that his brother is innocent and should not go to the gas chamber and seeks revenge.There is a great deal of poor acting and this is definitely a very low budget film with unknown actors doing very poor acting. If you want to fall asleep real fast, then don't miss this so called film.

adam_658 It takes a certain type of person to enjoy Anatomy of a Psycho. If you like watching good movies, this will not be your thing. I mean imagine a horror movie in which no one dies. (Unless you count that opening scene with the gas chamber. And I suppose technically one guy did semi-accidentally get stabbed.) This has to be the most mild mannered psycho of film history. He comes up with a pretty good plan to get back at the witness, which seems to contradict the end of the movie where the main character has no idea what he's doing. But, I enjoyed Plan 9 From Outer Space, so to everyone out there who has a love for bad movies, this one is kind of fun. If you don't get enjoyment out of bad movies save yourself some time and watch your wife knit for a while.

paul vincent zecchino Anatomy of a Psycho is unabrogated vomitose trash. You must see this celluloid fecalith to believe it. Why? It's memorable. If you saw only five minutes of Gone With the Wind, would you remember it forty three years hence? I wouldn't, nor probably would you. But believe me, you'd remember this gem.But I remember the few moments of Anatomy of a Psycho. Thanksgiving week, 1964, I was at my cousin Pat's apartment. Why? Who knows? Perhaps to escort her across the hard grey cold asphalt parking lot to our apartment/prison across for Thanksgiving dinner? Who can say? But I remember Anatomy of a Psycho. How could I not? The sky was a cold grey coroner's slab of Cold War fear. Kruschev hadn't yet puked his last splat of vodka and already his grim successors grunted about nuclear war.Cousin Pat's TV sprang to life - so to speak - with Anatomy of a Psycho. Knife wielding hoodlums attacked some stupid dope. They wore paper bags over their heads, prefiguring the 70s Unknown Comic. The imagery? Horrifying. I was ten. Were I eleven....well, you get the idea. Putrid. Awful.And then it was time to leave. Hoods with knives on the rampage. The victim? Feckless moronic weasels who probably deserved it, in Hellyweird's warped thinking. That was 1964. This is 2007. Is Anatomy of a Psycho an ugly cretinous film with no redeeming values, an abominably cheap bad acting fete? Yes, all part of its charm.Memorable? Would you be reading my mindless drivel were it not? You must see this vital lump of American cinematic culture! It stinks.Dr. Paul Vincent Zecchino Manasota Key, Florida 24 February, 2007