Synopsis
No backstabbing. Just business.
The rivalry between the manipulative boss of an advertising agency and her talented protégée escalates from stealing credit to public humiliation to murder.
Directed by Brian De Palma
The rivalry between the manipulative boss of an advertising agency and her talented protégée escalates from stealing credit to public humiliation to murder.
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Unsurprisingly, Brian De Palma is very excited about smartphones, aka tiny cameras carried in pockets that can be used to discreetly film people
The first shot is of Apple laptop as if to announce we are in the terrain of mercantile and disposable image. Even more than most De Palma’s, this is a film of wearing images (even Donnagio’s score feels tired) that plays against a series of mannequins ready to accept their over rehearsed roles (that Rachel McAdams is essentially asked to play her Mean Girls character pretending to be an adult just makes this stronger), every relationship ending in the same farce be it corporative or sexual. It is a European co-production as without country as Femme Fatale but its lack of roots reveals here certain melancholia; the film throws itself into its Berlin locations as if searching for an eluding…
Betrayed by your own performance, one you created in order to survive. It's not fair that only Medusa looks in the mirror and dies.
Absolutely deranged - the split-screen sequence is an absolute all-timer, De Palma simultaneously showing us a Hitchcockian murder scene and an avant-garde ballet performance as to imply that they are one and the same, before having Noomi Rapace wake up from a dream/nightmare, shrouded in German expressionist light and shadow, as to imply that all three come from the same deep dark part of the subconscious.
While admittedly one kind of wishes De Palma would devote an entire film to these excellent insights on the nature of art - rather than literally this one sequence and the ending of Femme Fatale - beyond that it's still overall masterful and possibly maybe the maestros most underrated work, this element itself basically…
Passion is a prime example as to why I have such a love for film. I love film so much because it's subjective. Film is like art. Art is also subjective. There could be this painting and I could think it's one of the most hideous and ugly paintings I had ever seen; then there could be someone else who thinks that same painting is stunning and beautiful. Many people think Passion is trash and a convoluted mess, while I think it's brilliant and polarizing. From the fantastic performances to the solid direction to the crisp cinematography; Passion is incredibly well made with an interesting premise that will keep you guessing from start to finish.
I'm not a Brian De Palma apologist. I've only seen a select few of his movies and I have yet to see Scarface. I don't love this movie simply because De Palma directed it, I love this movie because it's a well-executed compelling thriller.
uhhhhhh this is a fucking BANGER. De Palma’s most underrated movie? A gorgeous piece of digital camp. Like I kept thinking about Twin Peaks The Return while I was watching this. The first 30 minutes are lit like a fucking disney channel original movie and then suddenly it somehow becomes De Palma at his most stylish! Split diopter, dutch angles, fucking strange and otherworldly day for night, a giallo murder ballet split screen jfc. Some real toxic lesbo shit in this. The twist at the end was truly stupid and strange but in a way that works for me? This was just so fun. Also apparently De Palma cast McAddams cuz he loved her in Mean Girls lmao goddamn i love this man so much. He’s adorable and just a maestro. Don’t sleep it on this one. Great sleazy campy Lifetime movie on crack vibes.
a modernistic digital fever dream centred on a theme that good old Brian has explored throughout his career: mistaken identity and intrigue in the vein of a Hitchcock. The entire thing is pretty bizarre, but in the best feasible way. Love how De Palma manipulates and uses modern-day tech, things disposed and tracked. also features lots of stimulating visual moments, specifically that one fucking ridiculous split-screen sequence. Doesn't quite come together as well as his very best work, but there's plenty to admire in this late-stage hellscape of a film.