Welcome the first day of the countdown! Let's ease into this month-long marathon with something...ridiculous.
I think Brian DePalma has only made one movie I can say I genuinely love, and that's Carrie. Still, the fact that I have not seen all of DePalma's earlier works itched at the completist part of my brain. Can you really say a director is terrible if you don't see the majority of his work?
Yeah, you probably can. But I still decided to watch The Fury.
And just...wow. It's bad. Like, maybe one of his worst? DePalma uses everything in his usual arsenal: slo-mo; a Bernard Herrmann-esque score; awkward attempts at humor; acting that is just tonally...off. The more I see of his other films the more I wonder if Carrie is only saved by the presence of Sissy Spacek who, for whatever reason, managed to give a purely human performance in a film surrounded by scenery chewers. She balances it out, so it all works.
But every performance in The Fury is just...nuts
It's almost saved by the most insane ending ever, a 'splosion caused by telekinesis, something David Cronenberg would do a few years later in Scanners. Wow, for once DePalma did something first!