Maybe our mothers were right all along. Maybe true beauty really does come from within. Or doesn’t it?
De Palma remains one of the most prolific, poorly understood and controversial directors in the history of cinema.
I’ve heard this a lot lately; I suppose you have too. We may have said it ourselves on occasion.
An indispensible book, mixing surprising and original insights with the usual amount of bemused and sometimes flatulent Thomsonian pontificating.
De Palma translates Ellroy’s dick-swinging dialectics into his own, decidedly more sensitive aesthetic.