But just as De Palma crashed and burned after 45 minutes of near-genius in 1998's "Snake Eyes," the writer-director's Big Twist in this film rips so many holes in the plot that after all the cerebral stimulation, it may be hard to not feel let down by the finale.
Femme Fatale is a nifty bit of self-plagiarism from Brian De Palma, back in giddy good form after the wretched Snake Eyes and the downright middling Mission to Mars, in which he quit cribbing from Alfred Hitchcock just long enough to send Stanley Kubrick spinning in his grave.
Although De Palma has tried his hand at various genres - sometimes with success ("The Untouchables," "Carrie") and sometimes without it ("Snake Eyes," "Mission To Mars") - it's the erotic thriller that could be his personal Siren.
Yes, there are a few failures along the way (" Snake Eyes ," "Mission to Mars," " The Bonfire of the Vanities "), but look at the range here, and reflect that these movies contain treasure for those who admire the craft as well as the story, who sense the glee with which De Palma manipulates images and characters for the simple joy of being good at it.
De Palma made a series of derivative but richly entertaining noirs in the '70s and early '80s -- "Obsession," "Dressed to Kill," "Blow Out" -- and "Femme Fatale," arriving in the wake of two stinkers, "Snake Eyes" and "Mission to Mars," is an optimistic return to that vein.
The result is better entertainment than the more conventionally plotted bombast that's preoccupied De Palma for the last decade or so, including "Mission: Impossible," "Snake Eyes" and "Mission to Mars."