Sometimes you shouldn’t go home.
Unless you do it as well as Anthony Perkins does in this unnecessary, yet consistently surprising, sequel to Alfred Hitchcock’s landmark slasher.
Freed from the asylum after 20+ years, supposedly sane again, Norman Bates returns to his old stomping grounds, seemingly freed from his deadly relationship with Mother.
He just wants to live a quiet life and tend to his hotel, but bodies start to pile up again.
Yet, this time around, Norman seems to be an innocent pawn, and not the knife-wielder.
Step into the house and find out for sure, unless you’re a scaredy-cat.