Watched Alfred Hitchcock's "Strangers on a Train" last night. One of his lighter films. Still it managed to kill my sleep (could be the beer). Had this strange dream that I was trying to cover up some murder that someone else committed on a train (Mangala Express), I get some money for it.. Police is after me but I have left no evidence.. I'm walking on a hill carrying that money (in a huge cover, trying to hide it under my shirt) and I'm afraid someone would notice..
Last week I had watched "Vertigo", which was a different genre altogether. It was very intense, the suspence element was much more, had a lot of tense sequences, in short watching it was strenuous (and it's in colour, made 7 years later in 1958). But there wasn't any hang-over like this. Perhaps it haunted me enough while watching it. Have to watch it again, at least two-three times more.
I don't think there's anything left to be written about Vertigo, so I'll only reproduce one of the film's posters [source: filmsite.org].
Hope to watch "Psycho" sometime next week.