Below par De Palma.

An ethereal Vertigo-esque love story book-ended by top notch De Palma suspense. Perhaps a bit more pepper in the middle would've done the movie good, I came for the mystery and the intrigue, not the love lorn and melancholy.

There's no getting away from the influence of Vertigo on Obsession, but the style and confidence of this melodramatic thriller make it much more than just a Hitch rip-off. Beautiful penultimate score from Bernard Herrmann.

Obsession, like most of De Palma's movies, cribs heavily from Hitchcock -- in this case, Vertigo. Yet, despite how obvious it is in retrospect, somehow I didn't notice, which speaks to the vast difference in quality between the two movies. Obsession is slow and surprisingly dry, taking way too long to set up its clever hook, and lacking the caustic wit and British air that imbued Hitch's matter-of-fact style with personality. By the time De Palma finally kicks into high gear (in late scenes with Bujold), it's not enough.

The biggest mystery of this film: Why didn't Hitchcock sue?

Geneviève Bujold's haircut and John Lithgow's accent hold this film back from greatness. That and some other things.

Self-conscious filmmaking that echoes Hitchcock but doesn't quite have his visual storytelling verve. Still, few thrillers aspire to be this interesting, so bravo on that front.

Below par De Palma.

having now seen the first five paul schrader scripts that were made into films, i would rank them as follows:

1.) taxi driver
2.) rolling thunder
3.) blue collar
4.) obsession
5.) the yakuza

Hey isn't that Uncle Ben form Spider-man (Raimi spider-man). Yes it is and he is a bit depressed about lots of things. The plot is that he loses his family in a kidnapping that goes wrong and then meets the complete double of his wife a few years later. Like all good seventies horrors the music is over the top and the scenes are intense and drawn out. it is generally a good watch and creates that unique horror film feel like only seventies horrors can.

An ethereal Vertigo-esque love story book-ended by top notch De Palma suspense. Perhaps a bit more pepper in the middle would've done the movie good, I came for the mystery and the intrigue, not the love lorn and melancholy.

Obsession, like most of De Palma's movies, cribs heavily from Hitchcock -- in this case, Vertigo. Yet, despite how obvious it is in retrospect, somehow I didn't notice, which speaks to the vast difference in quality between the two movies. Obsession is slow and surprisingly dry, taking way too long to set up its clever hook, and lacking the caustic wit and British air that imbued Hitch's matter-of-fact style with personality. By the time De Palma finally kicks into high gear (in late scenes with Bujold), it's not enough.

To Vertigo του φτωχού. Με την καλή έννοια.

Beautifully filmed. Great score. The ending was pretty predictable, though, and the third act too drawn out.

De Palma doing Hitchcock in this 70's thriller. Great turns from Genevieve Bujold and John lithgow. Slow but rewarding.