De Palma hilariously, thrillingly, and apocalyptically signals the end of 1970s film culture and the beginning of the current multiplex headbash ADD ephemeral disconnect with this ridiculous (and I mean that as a compliment) supernatural action-thriller, in which Amy Irving, soon to begin dating (and eventually marrying and divorcing) blockbuster boy-king Steven Spielberg, telekinetically explodes the godfather of American independent film (and my favorite filmmaker), John Cassavetes. Symbolic documentary or accidental prophecy? Either way, the explosion stands alongside the opening of Scanners as a fine example of cathartic telekinetic bloodbath junk-art of the highest order. Kablammo!
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