Femme Fatale

Utterly preposterous and totally heartfelt, excruciatingly dumb and achingly sweet, I feel like this is more like the valentine to humanity that De Palma wanted Mission to Mars to be.

The ending, I see now, is the fullest flowering of his fuzzy fantasy idea, where a dream isn’t always totally a dream.  A grace note in his other movies, here it becomes the hook that drives the entire narrative.

Rebecca Romijn takes time out from the movie to strip down to her black underwear and do Melanie Griffith’s dance from Body Double.  I assume De Palma’s quoting himself, but sometimes I just can’t tell he’s quoting himself of if he just forgot that he’d done that bit before.  Presented with a physical prop like Romijn, I can see how one might forget.

Come to think of it, he quotes himself all over the place here; I just realized that he’s even got the “twin girls, one of whom speaks with a French accent” beat from Sisters.

Antonio Banderas, I never quite realized, is rather short.  But Romijn is in heels, so.

I believe that Bill Gates might one day become United States ambassador to France, but I cannot believe that Bill Gates would fly commercial.
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9 Responses to “Femme Fatale”
  1. eronanke says:

    I saw this movie late at night, so I vaguely remember her pretending that Antonio Banderas stole her car or something. Oh, and small amounts of Lesbianism (note the capital “L”, since Romijn is very pretty, but is clearly doing it for the movie to make some money in the b.o.). That’s about all I remember.
    Also: Something sappy about helping a suicidal chick.
    Also: She’s much better as Mystique.

    • Todd says:

      She’s much better as Mystique.

      And wears less clothing.

      I’ve always contended that the studio could save a lot of money on the X-Men movies by selling the job of “applying Rebecca Romijn’s makeup” to the highest bidder.

  2. Todd says:

    1. How did you like Femme Fatale?
    2. I fell asleep in the middle of it.