Hepburn's charms can't salvage this bungled adaptation with a phony milieu, reprehensible racism, and painfully boring male lead. Best performance is John McGiver as the Tiffany's salesman.
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A perfect vehicle for De Palma's gizmo-based cinema that, like its star, only falters on the human level. An awkward prologue meant to establish the camaraderie of a well-oiled team gives way to chillingly effective horror, overheated paranoia resolves into the iconic thriller centerpiece, and then all that's left is an effects-laden climax that somehow holds up, physics be damned. Sure, the computer stuff is a laughable artifact (I swear you can hear the cast pronounce a hyphen in "the…
Definitely one of the great biopics, not least because it dismantles its subject without offering up some explanatory childhood trauma or granting redemption. What else can I say about the subtle writing, terrific performances (Pesci!), bold editing, and extraordinary lighting? Not much.