Ignoring the visuals for a moment, De Palma's story was a like a car wreck: everything was going fine until the driver fell asleep. De Palma fell asleep writing the story. He had a great beginning. The heist was new(and erotic). He had a thriller going. Then came the bathroom scene, the twist, and then BOOM! back to the present. He left behind the main plot: the heist and the loot. In between was this David Lynch-going-nowhere plot which was only saved by a 1980's "Dallas" style retrieval. I also have a difficult time with main characters who are always in control. Rebecca was a little much. Antonio could have been a larger part of the story.
This isn't brilliant. It's above average. Not much more.
This isn't brilliant. It's above average. Not much more.