Der Mann nebenan (1991)

Director:

Petra Haffter

Writers:

Petra Haffter (screenplay)
Ruth Rendell (novel)

Genre:

Thriller | Horror

Plot:

A strangler known as the Kenbourne Killer has been murdering streetwalkers for 25 years. The police set out to track him down. |

Plot Keywords:

Foreign Language Adaptation | Psychopath | Cult Favorite | Guy Fawkes Day | Based On Novel

Awards:

1 nomination

Cast

  (Cast overview, first billed only)

Anthony Perkins	...	Arthur Johnson
Uwe Bohm	...	Anthony Johnson
Sophie Ward	...	Helen Schweizer
Stratford Johns	...	Stanley Caspian
Brian Bovell	...	Winston Mervin
Deborah Lacey	...	Linthea
James Aubrey	...	Brian Kotowsky
Carole Hayman	...	Vesta Kotowsky
Choy-Ling Man	...	Li-Li Chan
Michael Simkins	...	Jonathan Dean
Hans Peter Hallwachs	...	Roger Schweizer
Charmian May	...	Aunt Gracie
Nick Dawney	...	Little Arthur
Leon Black	...	Leroy
Simon Bright	...	Steve

Also Known As:

A Demon in My View (USA)
The Man Next Door (USA) (literal English title)

Runtime:

110 min

Country:

Germany

Language:

German | English

Color:

Color

Sound Mix:

Dolby

Certification:

USA:R

Filming Locations:

Germany

Quotes:

Arthur Johnson: I have nothing to hide - my life's an open book.

Movie Connections:

Featured in "Svengoolie: A Demon in My View" (1998)

Anthony Perkins pays the rent...and what's wrong with that?

Toward the end of his tragically short life, after being blacklisted by scumbag cowards in Hollywood because of his HIV positive status, Anthony Perkins had to pay the rent somehow and so, being offered nothing but a steady stream of PSYCHO rip-offs and twitchy lunatic roles(which he'd been turning down for years) he finally relented and took jobs like "Edge of Sanity" and "A Demon in My View" to try to put a little money in the bank for his wife and kids before he shuffled off this mortal coil.

"A Demon in My View" unlike "Edge of Sanity"( which is awful garbage) is a decent film and not a bad note for Perkins to go out on at all; the film is a faithful adaptation of Ruth Rendell's novel about a man who , let's face it, has a lot of similarities to a certain Motel keeper from somewhere out west; a predilection for killing people would be the biggest, I suppose, but hanging out with inanimate objects (in this case department store mannequins)and forming deep emotional attachments to them is another; I imagine Perkins could do stuff like this in his sleep and its to his credit that he resists going the full-tilt Klaus Kinski route (think CRAWLSPACE)and makes his character a shade more interesting than the usual Norman Bates clone.