A woman visits a psychiatrist, but she has a hidden agenda. Likewise, the therapist is not all that he appears to be; he listens to the analysand with concern but also with an underlying, almost sinister, sense of lust. The scene is from Brian De Palma’s Dressed to Kill, in which nothing is as it appears, and in which its protagonists role-play, play-act and dress-up. A perfect text, then, to serve as the template for Brice Dellsperger’s Body Double 37.