Writer/director Brian DePalma ("Mission to Mars") presents a trashy parody of his own films of the late 70's/early 80's ("Sisters," "Dressed to Kill," "Body Double") with an over the top homage to Hitchcock and himself that's entertaining in spite of a stilted performance from its lead.
This time out, however, he's only repeating himself, borrowing liberally from such past successes as Sisters, Blow Out and The Fury to create a seedily entertaining mindfuck that's high-concept enough to lampoon the red-carpet banality of the Cannes Film Festival and yet also so agreeably lowbrow as to cast Rebecca Romijn-Stamos, officially one of the hottest women on earth, as an exhibitionistic bisexual jewel thief.
Consider also these titles: " Sisters ," " Blow Out ," " The Fury ," " Dressed to Kill ," " Carrie ," " Scarface ," " Wise Guys ," " Casualties of War ," " Carlito's Way ," " Mission: Impossible ."
De Palma's borrowings were all the more irritating when it became clear that much of his supposed fealty to the master came less from his soul than from his big production budgets, which enabled him to hire Bernard Herrmann for Sisters and Obsession -- though all he wanted Herrmann to do was imitate his scores for Vertigo and Psycho.
Sisters is densely plotted and aggressively twisted, yet, when compared to the spiraling complexities of Femme Fatale or Raising Cain , its plot feels downright simple.