DePalma's stuff is a mixed bag, but is always technically interesting. Sisters is in narrative terms a lame pastiche of Hitchcock references (scored by Bernard Hermann, who apes his own Hitchcock scores), but manages to entertain nevertheless because DePalma doesn't take himself too seriously here. The camp is interrupted by a rather effectively brutal slaying, featuring at one point a harrowing split-screen perspective. In the genre of films about murderous separated conjoined twins, this ranks right up there, a close second to the ruthlessly bad Basket Case.
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