I must confess, I wouldn’t be as much of a movie fan as I am now if it weren’t for…
Dressed to Kill
The Latest Fashion In Murder
A mysterious, tall, blonde woman, wearing sunglasses murders one of a psychiatrist's patients, and now she's after the prostitute who witnessed it.
I like the acknowledgment of how tough it is to be a gal, the sympathetic look into an older woman's desires, the touched-upon-but-not-fully-developed issues of victim blaming, the confusions of masculinity and femininity. That all this is done from such a ~sexy~ male point of view is...questionable, as is, obviously, the implications of the ending. But the gender politics should be dissected by someone smarter and more knowledgeable than me.
Leave all of that out of the equation, and you still have a beautiful thriller that pulls off being campy AND scary AND exciting AND emotional all at once. Elegant exploitation.
De Palma had a Hitchcock marathon, watched a few 70's Argento films, drank a bottle of whiskey, passed out...and this film is us watching his dreams. The "rip off or homage?" debate is valid, but I like to think that he saw the sexuality just begging to be let out in Hitchcock's films, and decided to set it free.
More epic trash from De Palma. His shot compositions are so ridiculously awesome I could watch any of his films on repeat and never need to watch anything else.
Don't make me be a bad girl again!
Brian De Palma is hardly the first or only director to ape Alfred Hitchcock, but I dare say he might be the best at it. The thing is De Palma clearly recognizes what made Hitchcock one of the greatest directors of all time. Whether or not he's emulating him or ripping him off is debatable, he has the talent for whichever it is though.
It could also be argued that the story itself is a different and sleazier take on one of Hitchcock's greatest films. There's several elements that clearly point to a certain film, but to mention them would also be spoiling some key plot points in the film. While…
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Gosh, one movie after the other... I'm so glad I picked De Palma for Hoop-Tober, his movies are so goddamn fun to watch. And what really surprises me is how funny they are. This doesn't go as far as Raising Cain does into straight parody, but for the second movie in a row I found myself laughing after the final shot. It seems like he just picks a Hitchcock movie (Psycho in this case), and cranks up the style and the sleaze and just rolls around in it like a pig in poo. The results are always messy, but you'd be hard pressed to find a more entertaining thriller. Especially one with as many scenes that are so…
Brian De Palma's controversial psycho-sexual thriller Dressed To Kill is a technical masterstroke.
The plot (a riff on Hitchcock's Psycho) concerns an attractive, dissatisfied woman in her fifties (Angie Dickinson) who fears that she's lost her sexual appeal and that her marriage has gone stale. She meets a stranger in a spellbinding scene at a museum, goes home with him and has great sex. On her way out she's horrifically murdered in an elevator by a transvestite. The story's focus shifts abruptly to her son (Keith Gordon) and the only witness to the murder (Nancy Allen) who find themselves working together to discover the murderer's identity. They believe the killer could be a patient of Dickinson's psychiatrist (Michael Caine).
Off the top of my head, this might be only the second Brian De Palma thriller I've seen (the other being Mission: Impossible), and already the Hitchcock influences float amongst his work. Hitchcock made films of eroticism and lust, but they were never explicit. Rather, they were seductive, they pulled the audience in with their transient beauty, it was near bursting with lustful passion constantly simmering near the surface but never quite being let out. Brian De Palma is like that, but instead he just shows you a couple shagging scenes and a cheeky oral session in the back of a taxi and let's it be done with. Oh, how seductive.
There are quite a few notable set pieces to…
Dressed to Kill (1980) film thoughts...Had this DVD for a couple of months now because I wanted to finally see this DePalma film. Yes, I have never seen it before but I since I am a film nerd at heart, I'm very well read on it. Much has been said that Dressed To Kill is DePalma's love letter to Hitchcock and...........yes, it is own detriment at times. Angie Dickinson play an unfulfilled wife who decides to take a ride with a stranger she see in an art museum (The sequence is fantastic really but it's blatant here that the director has watched and adored Hitchcock and probably to a lesser extent, Argento....then again, Argento cribbed this film too.). What happens…
If someone asks what is the definitive Brian DePalma film this one would right near the top of the list. All of his usual elements are here murder,obsession,eroticism,great camera work,great music.over the top sequences. DePalma channels his inner Hitchcock in full effect with this thriller. Angie Dickinson plays a bored housewife who in therapy sessions with her shrink played by the always good Michael Caine tells him of her sexual fantasies. After that she meets a stranger at a art museum in a sequence that DePalma does so well following her from room to room either following or being followed by the stranger. After a one night stand she is murdered in an elevator by a mysterious blonde with a…
A film that's been on my watchlist for years. Far more bonkers than I expected. A decent knowledge of Hitchcock films definitely adds to the enjoyment. Great to see Dennis Franz rehearse for his later role in NYPD Blue.
I'm so glad I accdently bought this at target thinking it was something else . Happy happy mistake ...... De Palma you have my movie heart
De Palma is a master at pyschological terror, and this is no different. The scenes with the killer are downright creepy, and effective. The entire end scene, in the shower is just set up to freak out. Excellent acting all around. Just a great movie.
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A diferencia de los guiños y "homenajes" de hoy en dia De Palma hace que esta pelicula tenga su sello aún dejando muy claro de dónde bebe y eso no es nada fácil de conseguir.
Is there any other director who balances immense talent and frank creeptitude than De Palma? I mean sure, Tarantino gets off on the the foot shots in every one of his films, but there's something about a DePalma film where you wonder if each scene and shot exists first and foremost to get him all hot 'n bothered. It's truly hard not to imagine him behind the camera gettin all flustered shooting these things.
The story doesn't make a lot of sense (it's a horror movie after all) and the ham-fisted treatment of the transgender aspect hasn't aged well to say the least. That said, it's such a technically amazing film and moves along from set-piece to set-piece that it was never too much disbelief to suspend.
I think De Palma really missed an opportunity when shooting the museum scene, by not having a shot where somebody used the eyes of a painting as peepholes.
Master of the Macabre or Hot Mess Maestro?
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