I have found myself back at the Bates Motel, a location that seems very popular for the writers of bad fanfics. In this particular case, the author has written a sequel to Psycho, and let me tell you that it is a beaut. It is incoherent and has no plot. I think I have heard babbling babies have much more logical stream of conscious statements than this. I will be happy to return to Psycho as many times as I need to in order to cover these atrocities. It’s like each story is a dead woman in a car pushed into a bog with Norman Bates grinning nearby. Anthony Perkins lives.