98 minutes| U.S.| 1976| Colour

There’s a valid reason director why, during his ’70s and ’80s prime, director Brian De Palma was nicknamed ‘Brian De Plasma’. The glorious (nee gore-ious) finale of De Palma’s 1976 take on Stephen King’s breakthrough novel – the first King adaptation for the big-screen, and arguably still the finest – remains one of the most brilliantly lurid set-pieces in cinema. The rest of the movie is pretty damn good, too: a major box-office success, Carrie made a star of Sissy Spacek, unforgettable (and Oscar nominated) as a painfully shy high school teen tormented by a pack of shrewish bullies (amongst them a young John Travolta) and her domineering, evangelical mother (Piper Laurie). Young Carrie White also has telekinetic powers, which come in handy when it comes to wreaking a bloody revenge on her tormentors. A work of pure cinema, Carrie screams out to be seen on the big screen, particularly for its inspired split-screen sequences. To paraphrase the tagline of another of the man’s movies: Demented. Divine. De Palma.

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