Brian De Palma is one of the well-known directors who spear-headed the new movement in Hollywood during the 1970s. He is known for his many films that go from violent pictures, to Hitchcock-like thrillers.
Born on the 11th of September in 1940, De Palma was born in New Jersey in an American-Italian family. Originally entering university as a physics student, de Palma became attracted to films after seeing such classics as Citizen Kane (1941). Enrolling in Sarah Lawrence College, he found lasting influences from such varied teachers as Alfred Hitchcock and Andy Warhol.
At first, his films comprised of such black-and-white films as Bridge That Gap (1965). He then discovered a young actor whose fame would influence Hollywood forever. In 1968, de Palma made the comedic film Greetings (1968) starring Robert de Niro in his first ever credited film role. The two followed up immediately with the film The Wedding Party (1969) and Hi, Mom… read more
The very definition of a genre mash-up: It opens with a scene from a spy movie (aging agent Kirk Douglass attacked in the Mideast while on a seaside vacation, complete with gun-toting terrorists arriving via speedboat). Then it morphs into a "wrong man" movie, with Douglass (in disguise) being hunted through fog-covered city streets for a crime he didn't commit. Then it shifts to a body horror plot set in a girl's
school that would be right at home in a Cronenberg script (or, obviously, De Palma's own *Christine*). And includes almost constant sci-fi trappings right out of Philip K. Dick. As a film, then, it exhibits all the strengths and weaknesses of the best De Palma: a varying tone that some find tough to take seriously; frank and transgressive gestures in the realm of both sex and violence; narrative set-pieces that anchor (and author) the story as film; plus style that overwhelms its own categories (as Kael infamously wrote: "The visual poetry of The Fury is so strong that its narrative and verbal inadequacies do not matter."). The final embrace between Irving and Cassavetes, culminating in the kiss on his eye, is a little breathtaking. At the end of the day, I prefer *Dressed to KIll* or *Blow Out* but this one still clicks.
Is the guy a psychic or a goddamn wizard that flies? I think de Palma was a little bit confused over this topic. And why do people keep falling off windows? Well, another shitty picture from de Palma, though I have to admit that watching Cassavetes blow up in pieces in the end is sheer fun...