"Psycho", "The Apartment" and "The Facts of Life"(1960)
Up front I will note that "The Facts of Life" to which I will refer is not that sitcom(which I've never seen.) It is a 1960 comedy starring Bob Hope and Lucille Ball.
As I recall, "The Facts of Life" was somewhat of a lost film through the 60's and 70's. It didn't get much network exposure; mainly because of the plot: Los Angeles suburbanites Hope and Ball are married to other people....all congregate at the same golf country club...and Hope and Ball decide to pursue an extramarital affair. And then to leave their spouses and share custody of the kids. Touchy stuff at the time, and for some reason "The Facts of Life" just didn't get shown much on TV.
Being a Hope/Ball comedy, the main thrust of "The Facts of Life" is that their several attempts to consummate the affair are all thwarted (the suspense is Hitchcockian as roadblocks appear and possible witnesses to the affair show up) , the affair never gets physical, Hope and Ball return to their spouses, and the ultimate plan -- to LEAVE their spouses, and marry each other, is revealed to Ball's husband through a letter she can't destroy in time. (He says nothing, it is implied he understands she didn't go through with it, and forgives her.)
I also recently rewatched Billy Wilder's "The Apartment," the Best Picture Oscar winner of 1960 which also beat Psycho in the three categories in which both films were nominated: Best Director(Wilder over Hitchcock; Wilder a repeat winner with Hitchcock never winning); Best Art Direction (black and white); Best Cinematography(black and white.)
Black and white. That's the thing of it, the first "clear" connection among Psycho, The Apartment, and The Facts of Life. They were all black and white movies in a year(1960) when the movies were using Technicolor and wide screen to fight that devil b/w box, television.
In 1960, Technicolor and widescreen powered epics like Ben-Hur(leftover from 1959 release and going strong), Spartacus, The Alamo, Exodus, and The Magnificent Seven.
But also in 1960, color was the choice for most romantic and domestic comedies. Back up a year and 1959's Pillow Talk(the Day/Hudson template) was in color, in 1960 itself Doris Day's Please Don't Eat the Daisies was in color and in 1961 a year later Day and Hudson returned(in color) in Lover Come Back.
All of which made both The Apartment and The Facts of Life pretty weird: romantic comedies done in the grim tones of b/w. And The Apartment was stranger still: b/w BUT Panavision wide screen (all the better to capture the size of a New York skyscraper working floor and the horizontal arena of the titular apartment itself.)
I have very vague memories of going to b/w movies in movie theaters in 1960 and even as a "widdle kid" it seemed strange to SEE black and white movies in movie theater. And it continued to feel strange as child development kicked in and I got the experiences I now remember well, in 1961(The Absent Minded Professor), in 1962(The Manchurian Candidate, Lonely are the Brave, Advise and Consent), 1964(Dr. Strangelove, Fail Safe) and 1965(The Train.) I can't remember any 1963 b/w films I saw at the theater, but those other ones are big memories for me.
The thing was: given that MOST movies we went to at the theater were in color, the b/w ones really stood out. I didn't have a problem watching them(as new generations now DO); but they seemed strange.
And nothing seems stranger than a romantic comedy in black and white.
Hence, a return to The Apartment and The Facts of Life. Looking at both of them today, I get a very nostalgic sensation because of their "1960 ambiance." Both of those films look more MODERN than the typical b/w comedy of the forties(say, Its a Wonderful Life or The Lady Eve) or the typical b/w comedy of the fifties (say, Born Yesterday or Sabrina.) No, 1960 WAS the beginning of a new, hip modern era, and The Apartment and The Facts of Life show that off.
Things are more important with The Apartment than with The Facts of Life, however. In The Apartment, extramarital affairs are actually consummated (a LOT) by married New York City insurance executives(with their working class Bronx-accented switchboard operators and other working women, as their "higher class" matronly wives wait at home.) And one such affair(between amoral Big Boss Fred MacMurray and better-than-he-deserves elevator operator Shirley MacLaine) reaches tragic proportions: she attempts suicide in the apartment of the "little clerk"(Jack Lemmon) who truly loves her (and has been lending that apartment out for the afore-mentioned affairs.)
The sexual and corporate themes of "The Apartment" made it important enough for that Best Picture win and it doesn't feel like a movie that COULD or SHOULD have been made in color. The film is an important drama as well as a comedy. In its own heart-breaking, gritty way, The Apartment is like a direct rebuke to the Day-Hudson NYC kind of fluffy romance.