Passion

Passion smacks of self-parody; by the time De Palma makes his way to some intended-to-be-jolting final shots, I found myself laughing out loud at h...

it will no doubt find its boosters

Entrancing and narcotizing in about equal measure.

I have no objection to DePalma laughing at himself. But his heart’s not in it. Neither is his libido. Passion lacks the promise of its title...

'Passion' is, outside of its cinephile-pleasing gestures, a pretty bad movie. If it bore any other filmmaker’s name, would we cut it the same...

One’s ultimate reaction is likely to one of indifference, bemusement or outright disdain considering the pedigree of the filmmaker helming th...

Mostly it’s another opportunity for this most self-referential of directors to dip once again into his well-worn bag of tricks.

One of [De Palma’s] sillier and trashier pictures, with nothing much to recommend it apart from those long-delayed bravura sequences.

With no heat at all and a woefully disjointed cast, De Palma’s danse macabre never catches fire.

This tarted-up English-language remake affords some modestly campy pleasures, but lacks the delirious trash-horror verve of De Palma’s best w...

After the clinically dull first half, it’s more desperate pantry raid than feast.

In a film that isn’t so good … excess becomes a lot less enjoyable. And "Passion" isn’t so good.

Remaking Alain Corneau’s 2010 French noir Love Crime proves less a comeback for De Palma and more what economists call a 'dead cat...