Would you change your fate, if you could? Don’t worry, the director will do it for you.
Femme Fatale blinds us with the eyes and light symbolism so much, that we can be forgiven for overlooking the hands. But they are there and play a major part.
The patsy of this story takes things into his own hands by operating the recording device. This means that in order to break the cycle of pessimism and negativity, we can only count on our inner creativity. No more, no less.
Having our hands on the breasts of the prize (girl), it’s clear that we are focused on a certain path: sex, money and power. In this context, the miraculous development of the story shines brighter.
In the seduction scene, the hand that caresses is the hand that betrays. This is a bitter observation, overshadowed by the excitement.
In a more amusing turn of events, there is a scene where the paw of a cat reminds us of the omnipresent nature (like the rat in Mission: Impossible) and that we are never truly alone, for better or worse.