Fashionistas and all their kinky habits never looked more kitschy than in The Eyes of Laura Mars, the '78 suspense-murder thriller starring Faye Dunaway available at Boîte Noire. She's a high-fashion photographer, at the height of the Manhattan jet set, lodged there due to the controversial nature of her photo exhibits, which feature scantily-clad babes (of both genders) in violent scenarios.

Dunaway's soon having violent, overwhelming visions, which, as it turns out, are actual murders she's seeing through the eyes of the murderer himself. Who is killing Dunaway's friends and coworkers? The fashion-biz stuff in this movie is hilarious, from the decadent parties (one only wishes they'd managed to get Warhol to make a cameo) to the idiotic fashion shoots. Dunaway's circle of friends certainly was inclusive: a dwarf, two lesbian models, a gay assistant and a Latino ex-husband (played by Raul Julia)--the gang's all here.

Aside from all the kitsch, there is some reasonable suspense to be had here, making The Eyes of Laura Mars a must-rent for any self-respecting Dunaway fan or '70sphile.

For those of you more intrigued by '80s nostalgia, American Psycho is out on video this week. Though it's bound not to please all tastes, Christian Bale is fine in the serial-killing lead, and what director Mary Harron does to Huey Lewis and the News is divine retribution for all that crappy music they came up with.

--Matthew Hays