Slant Magazine this week unveiled their brand-spanking-new Brian De Palma symposium, Auteur Fatale, which will unspool one bit at a time, and at Reverse Shot, we couldn’t help but feel a mix of giddy excitement and seething, glowering resentment. Our plans for an autumn De Palma symposium thus dashed, we now expect to dive into Slant’s De Palma appreciation with enthusiasm. As the pieces thus far published (especially Eric Henderson’s astute look at the superb 1970 whatchamacalit Hi, Mom!, and Ed Gonzalez’s glowing vindication of 2002’s Femme Fatale, which with each passing year seems more and more like one of the decade’s great films, no?) can attest, this will be some wonderful writing (even if we find the mag’s notoriously choosy star ratings a bit unnecessary here). So, Slant, we begrudgingly, and in true solidarity, admit that if someone was going to beat us to the punch, at least it was you guys.