Brian DePalma's campy, kinky thriller DRESSED TO KILL, is one of the reasons why I love movies in the first place. This is pure cinema, and an amazing demonstration of the many possibilities of the film medium. DePalma created one of the most slick and atmospheric thrillers of the 80's, and it looks and sounds better than ever. Echoes of PSYCHO, VERTIGO, and KLUTE pop up here and there, but this is 100% DePalma all the way. It's an obvious love song to Hitchcock, and that's just fine in my book. And if ever a movie is an example of the wonders and necessity of widescreen presentation, this is it. The chopped, formatted version is just plain insulting. You are cheating yourself out of half the movie. There are so many praises I could heap on DRESSED TO KILL that I wouldn't even know where to start.
First of all- the acting is impeccable. Angie Dickinson brilliantly plays an unhappily married woman adrift in sexual fantasies. This is Dickinson's shining moment on film- she's 100% convincing. After seeing her psychiatrist, played by the delicious Michael Caine, she's cruised and picked up in a museum (which is a WHOPPER of a scene, by the way... this is hands down one of the greatest scenes ever filmed, all without a single word being spoken.). I won't tell you what happens next but let's just say it concerns a murderous, razor-weilding transexual on the loose...
Slick, stylish, and scary, Brian DePalma has crafted a polished, almost hallucinatory nightmare- one that I think is finally receiving the respect and attention it deserves. FRIDAY THE 13TH was released around the same time in 1980 and kind of got all the attention, but DRESSED TO KILL has earned a devoted audience over the years and is now considered one of his best.
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