Larry Cohen reworks Vertigo, Peeping Tom and Blow Out into his own low-rent, pervy, self-reflexive movie-within-a-movie reality. Like De Palma he's interested in ideas of voyeurism and illusion and moviemaking but with none of his elegance; this thing is just a bizarro mess of insane set design, strange performances and (despite some of the 80s neon synth slickness of the occasional murder setpiece) a pretty chintzy guerilla shooting style that makes the whole thing feel completely stripped from any sort of actuality and instead like this fake, vulgar dreamworld we've collectively conjured up by allowing sleazy filmmakers to obliterate the cinematic distinction between a real girl and the beautiful ones they do make-believe violence to.

Full discussion on ep 230 of my podcast SLEAZOIDS.