Cliff Robertson is the wrong actor to play a man mourning the death of his wife, obsessed over a new woman who strikingly resembles her. James Stewart pulled it off in "Vertigo", and believably conveyed a range of emotions of a man being pulled into an emotional quagmire kicking and fighting. Robertson is alert, but that's about all you can say for him. Director Brian De Palma swirls his camera around him and Genevieve Bujold, but gets nothing visceral going, no emotional involvement. The plot is fairly transparent, the cinematography and color processing are poor, and the supporting cast fails to add much to the low-keyed melodrama. De Palma wanted his own flair and showiness to be the star attraction here, but his languid, surreal mood seems merely plodding, and his obvious regard to the style of Hitchcock isn't made appealing to us. ** from ****