In 1981’s Blow Out, Brian De Palma layers one level of voyeurism on top of another, like a Russian nesting doll. At one point, we, the sickos in the audience, are watching from the perspective of a slasher ogling coeds while simultaneously watching a police officer leer at the gyrating nymphets in his midst.
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