Oh my goodness. Femme Fatale is one of the ultimate Brian De Palma movies, which means you should already know whether or not you'll like it. It has all of his touches, shall we say: the voyeurism, the style-over-substance (or perhaps, style AS substance), the seemingly effortless visuals and awesomely silly plot, the self-referentiality (the only time this movie exists outside the world of Brian De Palma movies is when it's attaching itself to other movies ... it's never about real life). Me, I think it's nothing short of miraculous how easily he pulls off these stunts, and I suspect in the future I'll think as kindly on this movie as I do on his earlier flawed classics like Blow Out. Others will prefer their voyeuristic trash with a classier tone; they are welcome to go watch David Lynch movies. 7 on a scale of 10.