De Palma Plays It Cage-y

But this sort of connoisseurship has its decadent side. De Palma has such a fantastic grasp of film technique that at times he lets his fluency take the place of feeling. Emotionally he's gone beyond the rococo whirligig of Snake Eyes, and he probably knows it; it's a very high-class piece of slumming.

This may sound harsh in describing a film that has Cage in top form and is so much fun to watch. But it has been, after all, 17 years since De Palma made Blow Out, in which he gave his terrors a deep-souled resonance. Almost a decade ago he made Casualties of War, which brought the ghastliness of Vietnam throbbingly close to us. These two films are the high points of De Palma's career, because they grounded his horrors and gave them a human weight -- which, of course, made them infinitely more horrific and moving.

It may be that the colossal, and colossally publicized, failure of his Bonfire of the Vanities (1990) -- combined with the megasuccess of a piece of work-for-hire such as Mission: Impossible -- gave De Palma, the artist, the shivers. He's become a director of bravura sequences and bravura performances. (His Carlito's Way, made in 1993, is best remembered for Sean Penn's high-wire work and the grand-scale shootout at the end. Like Snake Eyes, that film was scripted by David Koepp.) This may be the only way for an artist such as De Palma to keep going in today's Hollywood. His skills as a thriller maestro are highly marketable; less so is the emotional and psychological power he is also capable of packing into those thrills.

Because of Cage's performance, Snake Eyes goes beyond being just a virtuoso exercise. But what De Palma attempts to build around that performance is very hit-and-miss. At times he seems to be going for political allegory. The American flag is used in the boxing arena practically as a piece of pop art, and the collusion on display between Washington military fanatics and munitions tycoons is a down-and-dirty conspiracy that might brighten Oliver Stone's day.

But this is mostly window-dressing; the political element never builds to any kind of vision. De Palma is more successful here when he sets his ambitions lower. The film's noir-ish look and machine-gun tough talk, particularly in the early spinning-top sequences with Santoro, are like overripe renditions of Hollywood fight films from the '30s and '40s. And De Palma still has his dirty boy's passion for the illicit; when that conspiracy suspect hiding in the hotel passes herself off as a hooker and gets down to bra and panties, we're in a familiar hothouse. You've got to hand it to De Palma. After all these years he still hasn't forgotten the fine flavor of sin. For him the lure of the illicit is inextricably linked to the sensual possibilities of the film medium. Moviemaking is the ultimate turn-on. He can't get enough.

Snake Eyes.
Directed by Brian De Palma. Written by David Koepp. Starring Nicolas Cage, Gary Sinise, Carla Gugino, and Stan Shaw.

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