Imagine a horror film stripped of any filmmaking quality, going back to the basics: sex and death, or, more accurately, eye candy (although, strangely enough, the movie too often shies away from showing any "real" nudity) and blood. That should give you a good idea of what "Voyeur.com" is like. You can complain all you want about the awful dialogue ("Hey, dude, we have to be cool, you know? Are you cool?"), the non-existent acting, the huge plot holes (the character who turns out to be the killer can't possibly be the killer, because at an earlier moment we had seen him/her being somewhere else TWO SECONDS before a murder occured); there's no point. The picture is obviously beneath any possible criticism as a "normal" film, but if you take it as something like a film school graduation project, it becomes somewhat palatable and amusing. Check out the Anthony Perkins-lookalike who plays the "creepy" gardener; a ludicrous red herring if I ever saw one. (*1/2)