
As a die-hard fan of the old De Palma classics from the 80s, it breaks my heart to report that his new flick is a cinematic tragedy. Simply put, the De Palma of old is gone daddy gone. No more jaw-dropping camera work, no more edge-of-your-seat suspense. Now all we're left with is a plain-looking, two and a half hour borefest.
My advice: skip this picture and rent Body Double
In closing, check out the zany Dutch artists Persijn Broersen & Margit Lukacs:
