HE KNOWS YOU'RE ALONE
I know I'm bored
This baby starts out with the ol' "fingers-scraping-on-the-car-roof" thing and remains at about that level of inventiveness for the rest of its running length. It's even got one of those "knife rack in the background has one less knife two shots later" scenes. Does the heroine stand next to a window in a door, only to have a hand smash through it and grab her? Duh. How about that body on a gurney underneath the sheet that the heroine leans up against. Think it'll sit up and reveal itself to be the killer? Duh. I think it's safe to say that "Duh" is the operative word in this movie.
Some cranky bastard kills his ex to prevent her from marrying some guy, and decides that he needs to kill every bride-to-be he runs across (and their tailors too). Meanwhile, the music shamelessly rips off Carpenter's score for Halloween; and that's the best part of it! Cliché after cliché is vomited forth onto the viewer, perhaps providing some unintended laughs for the more forgiving audience members.
To its credit, this movie does have one good scare, although I probably should have seen that coming too. Watch for Tom Hanks; this is his first film. He doesn't show up for an hour, and when he does, he starts spouting off all this lame silly crap about the psychology of fear.
Directed by Armand Mastrioanni, who I thought directed Watch Me When I Kill, but I guess not. I saw that one last year but was too drunk to review it. Wish I could have said the same about this one.