Anatomy of a Psycho – Boris Petroff (1960)
Some really nice noiresque establishing shots of wet late night streets and an imposing row of empty jailhouse cells set the scene, giving the impression you’re about to partake of a much more polished production than what actually ensues. Because you’re about to enter an examination of “the Anatomy of a Psycho”.
The film centers on Chet Marco (Darrell Howe), a neurotic, pop eyed freak with a duck’s ass pompadour, is deeply affected by the impending execution of his older brother Duke, who he idolizes.
Chet goes to pick up some last effects from the jail, and runs afoul of a rather sorry “gang” hanging around by a bicycle rack, one of whom is some dumpy nerd who reminded me of Stuart from Beavis & Butthead. These bozos pick a fight with Chet by insulting Duke. A supposed brick wall, with a sign stating “post no bills” rocks and rolls like the quarter inch plywood it actually is during the course of the fracas, and Chet goes home with a scarred face, which he refuses to see a doctor over, and which seems to grow larger and more prominent as the film goes on, Portrait of Dorian Gray style.