I am about to tell everyone out there to “not bother” with this film, so why do I “bother” you might ask? Because it is my duty to watch garbage like this so that you never have to. It is a bullet that I absorb with equal parts pain and pride for the world may be better off because of I do it.
A serial killer is loose and carving the number “13” into people’s chests. We meet a seemingly agoraphobic woman who feels obligated to allow a real estate agent rest in her home during a rainstorm. As suspicions rise as to what might REALLY be going on, a security system installer, whose Southern accent comes and goes as he pleases, arrives to make this overly long and particularly awful episode of Alfred Hitchock Presents… spin into a series of “Am I with the killer now?” moments (note, this is not actually an episode of that show…this review is as close as Hitchcock’s name should ever come to this film).
This film comes complete with unbearable pacing, horrendous lighting, inexplicable character motivations, moments of suspense that only raised my callousness instead of feelings of tension, and a musical score that cries ‘wolf’ every 5 minutes, as well as aping the original Halloween’s score every chance it gets.
For how it looks, this film may have been shot over one, maybe two, days as it looks like a Film Student’s last minute attempt to prove he understands the Thriller genre by including a non-stop barrage of textbook ‘Thriller’ devices, including the token twist ending.
I pray the actors involved go on to better things so that they may forget their involvement with this pathetic piece of work. Oh, and don’t get me started on the painfully obvious and bad director cameo at the end of the film…it is a whopper of a groaner. Hitchcock you are not and never will be!
