Reviewed by snakeeyes
on 20/04/2016 09:54

A cult classic. From the moment we see Angie Dickinson glide through an art gallery, hesitant of her upcoming grisly tete-a-tete whilst also entranced by the surrounding pieces of art that fold in on her, we know we are in for a meta-textual treat, and De Palma relishes playing with our heads, and his characters, some of whom seem in on the trick. This is by far and away one of his most accomplished films - up there with Carrie and Sisters - that gets better with every watch.