At the risk of further estranging myself from De Palma geeks, I must admit I rather enjoyed watching a Body Double without
Armond White guilt - tripping my subconscious — which is not to say that Looker circumvents an auteurist reading altogether, but the idiosyncrasies that betray it as «Crichtonian» (like a novelistic conceit that starts off each new act with a placard indicating the day of the week *) are less than venerable and thus hardly lend themselves to an apologia.