Review: Femme Fatale

Review: Femme Fatale

“I’m your fucking fairy god-mother. 

What’s it all about? Laure (Rebecca Romijn) double-crosses her associates during a diamond heist, stealing away to the States with ten million dollars in jewelry and another woman’s passport.

From what I’ve seen of Brian De Palma’s body of work, I cannot understand for the life of me how he was such a leading figure of the New Hollywood movement. To be completely honest, I’ve only seen two of his films: “Body Double” (1984) and “Femme Fatale” (2002). But if these are any indications of his other work, I don’t have a single impulse to watch anything by him whatsoever. And I was excited to watch “Femme Fatale”. I’m such a big fan of heist and crime films but this I couldn’t stand. There’s a sense of voyeurism in his films that is both indulgent of the director and artificial in its presentation. It’s like watching a teenaged boy’s wet dream — and a very poorly imagined one at that.

Favourite Scene: My favourite — and the only aspect of the film that I appreciated — was the photography mural that Nicolas (Antonio Banderas) creates throughout the film. I paused my DVD so that I could get a closer look at the mural and its composition was just beautiful.

Notes: Directed by Brian De Palma; Produced by Tarak Ben Ammar; Written by Brian De Palma; Starring Rebecca Romijn, Antonio Banderas; Music by Ryuichi Sakamoto; Cinematography by Thierry Arbogast; Editing by Bill Pankow.

About the Author

Sasha James, otherwise known as The Final Girl Project, is a twenty-something Torontonian with an unhealthy amount of her week reserved for film and television. She also moonlights as The Doctor's companion on Saturdays.