I'm so tired of movies being called "Hitchcockian" just because a character can't leave their home. In a Hitchcock movie, there's a certain tension, and things actually happen. The character is in danger. This was a movie where nothing happened and then it was over. No suspense, no thriller, certainly no horror. Events outside the apartment had no bearing on events inside the apartment. This was just watching a woman be stressed out for an hour and a half.
Review of The Wolf Hour
