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Brian De Palma writes and directs this crime thriller starring Michael Caine and Angie Dickinson. Middle-aged New York housewife Kate Miller (Dickinson) visits her psychiatrist Dr. Robert Elliott (Caine) and shares the lack of fulfilment in her sex life with him. On her way home, she meets an anonymous man, has sex with him, and is then attacked in an elevator by a mysterious blonde woman. The only witness to the attack is call girl Liz Blake (Nancy Allen), who subsequently joins forces with Kate’s son Peter (Keith Gordon) in an attempt to catch the culprit.

To condemn Dressed to Kill as a Hitchcock rip-off is to miss the sheer enjoyment of Brian De Palma’s delirious thriller. Homages to Hitchcock run rampant through most of De Palma’s earlier films, and this one’s chock-full of visual quotes, mostly cribbed from Vertigo and Psycho. But De Palma’s indulgent depravity transcends simple mimicry to assume a vitality all its own. It’s smothered in thickly atmospheric obsessions with sex, dread, paranoia, and voyeurism, not to mention a heavy dose of Psycho-like psychobabble about a wannabe transsexual who is compelled to slash up any attractive female who reminds him–the horror–that he’s still very much a man. Angie Dickinson plays the sexually unsatisfied, forty-something wife who’s the killer’s first target, relaying her sexual fantasies to her psychiatrist (Michael Caine) before actually living one of them out after the film’s celebrated cat-and-mouse sequence in a Manhattan art museum. The focus then switches to a murder witness (De Palma’s then-girlfriend Nancy Allen) and Dickinson’s grieving whiz-kid son (Keith Gordon), who attempt to solve the murder while staying one step ahead (or so they think) of the crude detective (Dennis Franz) assigned to the case. Propelled by Pino Donaggio’s lush and stimulating score, De Palma’s visuals provide seductive counterpoint to his brashly candid dialogue, and the plot conceals its own implausibility with morbid thrills and intoxicating suspense. If you’re not laughing at De Palma’s shameless audacity, you’re sure to be on the edge of your seat. –Jeff Shannon, Amazon.com