The verdict on Brian De Palma’s highly-praised “Femme Fatale”: Eh.
There’s nothing particularly wrong with this mildly diverting movie (with the exception of Rebecca Romijn-Stamos’ stubborn lack of acting skill), but there’s nothing particularly right about it either. This is a Showtime-level production (including lots of RR-S in lingerie) that just happens to be directed by De Palma. Plot twists, doubles, dreams, split screen, yada yada yada. Maybe it’s just my mood lately, but I found it impossible to care about any of this hooha. Go rent “Carrie” (or “Mulholland Drive” for that matter) instead.
If no one has coined the term already, I think we need to coin the term genre fatigue.
Exactly, John! If you’re not going to do something interesting with it, step away from the movie camera, please.
Or, as the Illustrious Busta Rhymes would say: “We don’t need all yall muthafuckin chicken head bullshit if yall muthafuckas got nothin to contribute to the fuckin art form at this particular point in time!” He’s so eloquent!
Entertainment Weekly gave this movie an F, so I found it interesting that other critics praised it highly. Weird.