She thought of the films she’d reviewed: Janet Leigh in Psycho , a mother so possessive she wore her son like a second skin. Barbara Stanwyck in Stella Dallas , giving up her daughter out of a ferocious, self-lacerating love. And the sons—James Dean in East of Eden , begging for a blessing that never comes. Anthony Perkins, forever Norman Bates, a boy who could never cut the cord because the cord had become a noose.
“There is now,” he said.
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