As my children have grown up, I’ve been called many loving monikers; Mom, Mommy, Mama, Ma… Even “Mom” in a darling, droning repetition that would make any woman drink a gallon of wine.
But my kids have never called me “Mother” and I’ve never thought much about it until I started binge watching a show on Netflix. Now, calling me “mother” is strictly forbidden.
My curiosity about this show has been brewing for a while now. After seeing many Alfred Hitchcock movies and knowing what I know of the famous character, Norman Bates, I finally buckled my seat and got ready for the ride that is Bates Motel.
My first question was how did that sweet boy from the remake of Charlie and The Chocolate Factory become so messed up?
And could he be as deliciously twisted as Anthony Perkins in the role of Norman?
Sweet Hitchcock in my oatmeal!! This show is a freaking triumph. It took a bit to get sucked in but I’m flying through the second season faster than the jackholes flying through the stop sign in front of my house.
A little background: Norman Bates and his mother, Norma start a new life by purchasing a run down hotel and I refuse to tell you more. There are so many questions and very few complete answers. As frustrating as it is, that makes you grateful that you can watch one episode right after each other. An added bonus: if you were a fan of LOST, you’ll be happy to know that one of the co-producers is part of the team creating this show about a mother/son relationship gone wrong.
If you choose to watch Bates Motel, rent Psycho first (the original) and absorb all of Anthony Perkins’ craziness before starting the show.
Now, as for the kids calling me “Mother”, especially the boy …*shudders* It gives me the CREEPS! I think any boymom that watches Bates Motel would agree with me.
Anyone interested in watching this show with me?