The biggest gulf between direction and screenplay quality I’ve ever seen. Stunning in its own way, like reading an airport thriller when you haven’t slept in 24 hours.
Pure schlock, but it looks like gold. The long take alone is stunning, but there’s so much good blocking, use of shadow, establishing of space, and perfectly timed cuts. It’s a treat to watch Lithgow ham it up, but everyone else is having just as much fun.
On the flip side, this movie just gleefully rides over mental health and identity like a monster truck does to a line of old cars on a Sunday. There’s no humanity here, or shame, which is captivating but ultimately shallow.
I restrained myself from making any sweeping statements about De Palma here, despite feeling his touch so powerfully, because I’ve really only seen this and Mission: Impossible. I think this is what I needed to finally push myself to seek out more.