Fake Chocolate

And what's inside the chocolate box? Sadly, a soft centre. The plot is magnificently inane, wandering about aimlessly, killing off the main character at the end of the first half, and having its most satisfactory sequence in a dream!! This went out with the ark; the plot proper ends at 9.45pm when the murderer gets packed off to a looney-bin, and then there's a whole half-hour sequence when he escapes and comes to do his captors in, that transpires to be a nightmare. It's as if De Palma ran out of things to say and needed an extra couple of thousand feet to make a commercially marketable product, so he tacked this bit on; ironically it provides the only two exciting bits in the whole movie. About the only intriguing thing is how he managed to get two reasonable performers (Angie Dickinson and Michael Caine) to have anything to do with such a turkey, and how he managed to get two such lacklustre performances out of them.