By Gemma Mahadeo | 1 December 2011
I scrub maniacally at the chocolate sauce thickness in the fabric. Hitchcock was right to use it as blood in Psycho: its viscosity he may have found fitting [ Hitchcock I think the murder in the bathtub...coming out of the blue, you know...that was about all Truffaut c'est ça. c'est...c'est comme le viol... Hitchcock sure ] but the stain and the guilt of it cannot be replicated. I scrub again (DAUGHTER: Bring the screen. Quickly!) I am dying, I am dying Strindberg's Ghost Sonata girl's words repeat constantly in my head as I crouch, foetal-like, in the shower, watching the red and clear liquids (COOK: You drain the goodness out of us, / and we drain it from you. We take the blood / and give you back the water – with the colorite.)* dance down the plughole.
* Excerpts from an interview between Alfred Hitchcock and François Truffaut discussing Psycho (Aug 1962). Quotations used are from Michael Meyer trans & ed. Strindberg: Plays: One (London, Methuen, 1993).