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Today we're wishing a happy 40 to one of our favorite movies, Irvin Kershner's Eyes of Laura Mars starring Miss Faye Dunaway as a fabulous fashion photographer in 1978 New York who's suddenly been cursed with a psychic link to a murderer - she sees what he sees as he stalks and massacres a string of her besties!
With all due apologies to Laura's agent Elaine Cassel (played by Rose Gregorio) here who's got no good coming to her, no good at all, what we're really here for, what we're really here for every time we watch this movie, is 1) Faye's fabulous fashions and 2) the vision of 1978 New York, mostly Soho, on display.
That's not to say that Kirshner doesn't shoot the heck out of these killing sequences - this one in particular is hella grisly and mean-spirited and shows that he clearly had been watching himself some of the stylish giallo coming out of Europe (mainly Italy natch) during this period as he shot this.
But really all we wanna do is eye that saucy riding cap, those slit-high gauchos, the plaids and tweeds and silks, oh my god every time I watch this movie all I want is to stand up from my desk and walk out onto the street and see every single woman in New York wearing the clothes that Faye wears in this movie. Pushing old ladies you've just stabbed in the face with an ice pick is one thing...
That's not to say that Kirshner doesn't shoot the heck out of these killing sequences - this one in particular is hella grisly and mean-spirited and shows that he clearly had been watching himself some of the stylish giallo coming out of Europe (mainly Italy natch) during this period as he shot this.
I mean. Blink and that's Bava.
But really all we wanna do is eye that saucy riding cap, those slit-high gauchos, the plaids and tweeds and silks, oh my god every time I watch this movie all I want is to stand up from my desk and walk out onto the street and see every single woman in New York wearing the clothes that Faye wears in this movie. Pushing old ladies you've just stabbed in the face with an ice pick is one thing...
... but running on cobblestones in those boots is quite another!
Man I wish I lived in New York in 1978. Even if
I had to get murdered by a maniac it'd have been worth it.
Eyes of Laura Mars (1978)
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