Joe’s review published on Letterboxd:
Dancing With Mr. D
Underrated this previously. Michael Mann took a novel that's already like a souped up Hitchcock thriller in prose form and turned it into a script with an overflow of voyeuristic act-of-looking motifs, then turned around and made a movie without any of the usual Hitchcockian visual signifiers around that theme. Instead this has a visual style so unique I don't even know what to compare it to, except maybe other Mann films, but this has a sinister, psychotic energy that isn't like anything else in his filmography either.