Lizzy ☭’s review published on Letterboxd:
The feeling might fade into sinister nothingness, but for now, I'll just enjoy it. This is perfect garbage. Killings and steamy secrets in the night, secrets on the tips of double-edged blades that puncture perfect clean skin, pretty faces like masks hiding deeper incisions and uninhibited insanity and delicious nonsense. Entertaining the idea that guilty pleasures exist, this is a guilty pleasure if ever there was one. Dramatic trashiness, fully aware that it looks, sounds, and behaves like it's working towards a Daytime Emmy more than anything, but revels in it and ends up somehow creating a beautiful monstrosity. Although the journey is far from over, this is De Palma's best work, or at the very least my favorite, I'm calling it now.