De Palma’s exquisitely directed slasher gets its finest home video release to date.
Its insolence about sexual identity and mental illness would feel dated were the film not De Palma’s finest comedy, albeit in genre drag.
Like so much of Roadie, the main character’s emotional circumstances are obvious and uncomplicated.
De Palma’s fever dream of fear and desire may never get the deluxe Blu-ray transfer it so richly deserves.
The film’s funk of hedonism is only as pungent as a perfume sample in a department store catalogue ad.