With its aged boxer, femme fatale, and plain-clothes detective investigating a gritty crime, Snake Eyes was clearly intended as a 1940s hardboiled film noir taken to the next level with a mega budget, a new film-age garish colour palette, breathless action, and sweeping camera shots that take in every minute thing happening at an Atlantic City boxing match where an assassination takes place, but the razzle dazzle of producer Brian de Palma's camera tricks (sweeping overhead shots taking in the goings-on of multiple hotel rooms and the like) overwhelms the barest of plots - a macguffin propels the story which is resolved within the first hour, leaving it up to the tricksiness, not the plot, to entertain you.
★★☆☆☆
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