This is just awful. The scenes which supposedly were meant to build suspense were just too long drawn out and became boring. It didn't involve me at all. Angie Dickinson gurns instead of acting, and has little sex appeal compared to Nancy Allen. Michael Caine must be really embarrassed now by his wooden turn, especially considering what a first-rate actor he is. Watch anything else with him in it, but do give this a miss. Terribly dated.
There’s no denying Dressed to Kill is a visual feast—sumptuous, slow-mo dream sequences, that lush Pino Donaggio score, and De Palma’s usual bag of tricks all dialled up to 11. But underneath the surface, it’s a mess. The plot’s ridiculous, the dialogue’s ropey, and it leans hard on the tired and offensive transgender killer trope that feels even grimmer now than it probably did then. De Palma’s clearly revelling in his own fixations—this is Hitchcock through a dirty mirror—but at times it feels less like homage and more like a pervy art project. A stylish, problematic oddity that’s hard to love guilt-free.
Brian De Palma's Dressed To Kill still stands up today as a sizziling piece of film making. Most people know the story but if for some reason this has passed you by then I urge you to check it out. It has all the classic De Palma ingredients, eroticism, set pieces, split screen and a haunting score. Angie Dickinson oozes sex appeal in the little screen time she has. Michael Caine is....well, Michael Caine and Nancy Allen looks terrific. 70's cinema at it's best.