<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title>De Palma - vo.rs</title><link>https://vo.rs/tags/de-palma/</link><description>Latest from the De Palma desk at vo.rs.</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en</language><copyright>This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License.</copyright><lastBuildDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2025 13:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://vo.rs/tags/de-palma/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Erotic-Thriller Canon: Ten Worth the Dark</title><link>https://vo.rs/screen/the-erotic-thriller-canon-ten-worth-the-dark/</link><description>&lt;p&gt;For roughly fifteen years, between the early 1980s and the late 1990s, the erotic thriller was one of the most dependable products in American cinema. The recipe was simple and adult: take the bones of film noir — the fatal attraction, the murder, the investigation that becomes a seduction — and stage it with the frankness the ratings board would suddenly allow. A man in over his head, a woman who may be a killer or a victim or both, a plot that keeps the audience guessing which. The films were mid-budget, star-driven and made for grown-ups, and the home-video market rewarded them handsomely before the whole ecosystem collapsed into direct-to-cable sleaze and, eventually, prestige television.&lt;/p&gt;</description><pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2025 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>