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In Prague

2,5 Watched it too long ago to make full sense of, but more vividly than before was I aware over the last few weeks of grinning stars' impatient rat-a-tat-tat on earth's domed windowpanes and Gemini's (j)ocular ring-a-rosy, when at the hospital I work at 4 pairs of twins and one set of triplet girls landed in a row. I was about to see The Triplets of Belleville to celebrate the coincidence, but then this flick turned

El Biffo

I'm trying to develop an appreciation for DePalma, really I am. I like a couple of his films, even tho they're pretty cheezy. But this is a 70's slasher film with bloody butcher's knives. And the Bernard Hermann "crazy music" is quite cheezy, too. An extra star for a creative ending tho.

Harry Rossi

My second De Palma experience and I must say I'm even more impressed than I was before. An incredibly well put together, cinematically fascinating satirical thriller. I have to say I enjoyed this more than Dressed to Kill. The story was very engaging, the humor was well placed and style was awesome.

Pierluigi Puccini

With the valuable support of Bernard Herrmann in a terrifying score and Paul Hirsch superb editing, De Palma accurately exploits Hitchcockian themes for the first time, and even creates his most dazzling split-screen scene ever.

Stefan Drees

Surprisingly good. The black and white insert near the end is stunning, like the split screen sequences after the murder. And Bernard Herrmann's score is to some extend very fierce and intense.

Scottie Ferguson

Really good early De Palma. The scene with the police and Jennifer Salt investigating while the body is hidden in the couch reminded me very much of Rope. Love it.

Henri de Corinth

Rewatch. Better than I remembered it. Jennifer Salt looks like my mom. Also kind of loved how the stakes were so low (I guess you could say this about all of BDP's films) in that the characters were all a bunch of losers living in St. George. De Palma hates cops.

Richmond Hill

A noticeable presage to the silky sleaze of Dressed to Kill & Body Double albeit blocked in unsubtle American International types. Despite, or because of, the sub-Hitchcockian moments - including a playfully unbuttoned Hermann score - this is an amusing riff on ways of seeing and voyeurism, if not medical fidelity. Tawdry fun.