Sisters ★★★★

This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

This review may contain spoilers.

this film is going to haunt me for a minute. found this one mad disturbing especially the ending which offers no true resolution for the death of the black man, which sets off the major arc of the story and sees its lead irrevocably (?) altered by the incidents and people she’s faced. 

love the split screens and shadow play. i also love how brian de palma’s camera moves through danielle’s apartment. but of course what drew me to the film is the way that ideas of the feminine grotesque and (racial) libidinal capital play out. even though i had an idea of where the film was going, but i found myself surprised n terms of narrative and visual grammar (like the black and white sequences). 

i enjoyed jennifer salt as journalist grace collier who is aching to write meaty worthwhile work on “the apathy of the police”. her issues with the racism of the police causes her to butt heads with the detective who gets assigned to the case: she saw a black man killed by danielle (margot kidder) through her window and what’s to see justice occur. 

what follows is a rich, bonkers tale of fraught relationships between women and the men in their lives dashed with horror. i really felt engrossed by the moxie and forthright determination jennifer salt brings to her role. i want to parse out several questions the film brought up for me about the relationships between women in cinema and the ways women are rendered grotesque when they’re mad. but that’s for another venue.