Dressed to Kill

A somewhat tepid thriller from the hands of De Palma. His films are a tad more stylish than their contemporaries, but time hasn't been kind to them. Watching something like Dressed to Kill now is mostly just a trip down memory lane, and as someone who prefers modern cinema, there's not much fun in that.

Kate's relationship is in a big slump, and her visits to her psychiatrist don't seem to be helping much. A little adventure with a strange man she meets in a museum seems to brighten her day, but soon after she is killed. The murder weapon is traced back to her psychiatrist, who starts a personal investigation to clear his name.

The film has been described as a sexier version of Hitchcock's Psycho, and there's something to it (though I found it more cheesy than sexy). The performances aren't great, the twist is a little lame and even though De Palma does his best to add some visual flair, most of his attempts are in vain. Forgettable fluff.