The many, many people who hate Brian De Palma will walk out still hating him after “Passion,” as it flaunts every his every alleged flaw. Highly stylized acting — Rachel McAdams and Noomi Rapace seem to have studied Kim Novak in “Vertigo” down to the last “Pledge of Allegiance” — like line delivery. Kinky sex (although the nudity is kept to a minimum). Flashy, look-ma-no-hands technique, notably a split-screen sequence that sets a performance of “Afternoon of a Faun” next to nefarious goings-on.

And of course, a crazy-quilt plot. It’s a remake of Alain Corneau’s “Love Crime,” but the events still feel as though they’re stitched together from the least logical elements of every other thriller De Palma ever made. Plus, you simply will not believe how heavily he references the dream sequences in “Dressed to Kill.” Lucky for me, “Dressed to Kill” is my favorite De Palma, and I was practically drunk on this new movie’s sensuality and dazzle. “Passion” is pure cinema, giddily unrelated to any aspect of life as it is actually lived in Europe or anywhere on Planet Earth. And for me (as well as the audience at the press screening, which seemed to dig it) that’s an excellent thing.