DRIVEN SATURDAY
“The second before she screams will be the most frightening moment of your life.” Maybe. If you’ve never seen The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, ridden New York City subways or glimpsed Bun E. Carlos without his clothes on. The “she” is Angie (Police Woman) Dickinson, playing, if you can believe it, a sex-starved hausfrau. The film is Dressed To Kill, latest horror concoction from director Brian De Palma, a man who has ripped off Alfred Hitchcock so many times he ought to be arrested for grave desecration.
DRIVEN SATURDAY
Pressed To Swill
by Edouard Dauphin
“The second before she screams will be the most frightening moment of your life.”
Maybe. If you’ve never seen The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, ridden New York City subways or glimpsed Bun E. Carlos without his clothes on.
The “she” is Angie (Police Woman) Dickinson, playing, if you can believe it, a sex-starved hausfrau. The film is Dressed To Kill, latest horror concoction from director Brian De Palma, a man who has ripped off Alfred Hitchcock so many times he ought to be arrested for grave desecration.
j The “second before she screams” occurs When Angie, fresh from an afternoon delight with a bespectacled cunnilingus freak pick-up with venereal disease, steps into an elevator only to be butchered to death by a transvestite psychoanalyst. Serves her right; she shoulda taken the stairs.
Chief suspect in the brutal razor slaying is Nancy Allen (De Palma’s real-life spouse— wonder if she had to audition), a wise-cracking hooker whoplays the stock market for a hobby. Before long, she gets bullish on a junjor scientist, son of the deceased, who vows to help her clear her name. He puts his scientific know-how to '