"Lord help the mister/
Who comes between me and my sister/
And Lord help the sister/
Who comes between me and my man."
-- Irving Berlin, "Sisters"
Debuting at the 2007 SXSW Film Festival, Douglas Buck's Sisters looks like yet-another remake -- this time, of Brian De Palma's 1973 thriller of the same name. Something about Sisters caught my eye in this iteration -- possibly the cast, including Chloe Sevigny and Dallas Roberts among others. The curious thing is that I've never seen De Palma's original -- I was going into Sisters blind, and curious if the film would work on its own without memories and recollections laid over it to fill in any blank spots or uneven patches.
And from the jump, Sisters doesn't quite feel like a remake -- to use a musical metaphor (which, for a film that debuting at SXSW, is certainly allowable), Buck's take on Sisters felt less like a cover version than a mash-up. Sisters has De Palma's original story and credits him, but a lot of the film's look, feel and sensibility are on loan from that other avatar of '70s horror, David Cronenberg. You have all of the classic De Palma touches in Sisters -- voyeurism, faux-Hitchcock, cheap and greasy surprises that satisfy -- but you also have many classic Cronenberg elements -- bizarre institutes of medicine, signifying and stomach-churning scars, winter-grey Canadian shades in the cinematography.