A composer/songwriter is betrayed by a music mogul, and begins haunting his new theater in an effort to get revenge.
This was hard to summarize, because the story is a strange blending of Faust and Phantom of the Opera. This story is also filtered through a strange sensibility, reminding me of Warhol and David Bowie.
I'm having a hard time articulating any thoughts about it. It's a strange movie. It's really strange. There's a male diva (is there another word for that?) named Beef. He spends much of his screen time topless. He delivers his lines in a gay stereotype.
The movie is directed by Brian De Palma, two years before Carrie, and a year after Sisters. He uses some split-screen work, but his direction isn't the focus... the strange opulence of the set design, the pacing of the dialogue. It all makes a more fantastical experience than you would expect. I haven't seen anything like it before, and even the most immediately comparable things like Rocky Horror aren't quite like this. This seems a little more nightmarish, almost maddening in a weird way.
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