Dario Argento scraping bottom.
As the director's stylistic flourishes seem to be muted by the American setting - although there are some small moments here and there that work -, you're left with one of those silly giallo plots full of cheap and exploitative psychology, random narration, amateurish performances - the only decent acting's done by Brad Dourif - and no logic at all.
There's a certain fascination to be gained watching rubbish like this. At least, it's Argento rubbish! There is a hypnotic quality to all his movies... even to the most atrocious ones such as this.
2 out of 10 talking heads
As the director's stylistic flourishes seem to be muted by the American setting - although there are some small moments here and there that work -, you're left with one of those silly giallo plots full of cheap and exploitative psychology, random narration, amateurish performances - the only decent acting's done by Brad Dourif - and no logic at all.
There's a certain fascination to be gained watching rubbish like this. At least, it's Argento rubbish! There is a hypnotic quality to all his movies... even to the most atrocious ones such as this.
2 out of 10 talking heads