Paranoia runs deep when Mary Beth McDonough gets her purse stolen.
A young woman ("Waltons" alumni McDonough) has just had her purse stolen, along with her house keys, and film opens with her madcap endeavors to break into her own home without them. Is it her overactive imagination, or is someone lurking in her yard, waiting to pounce? She calls her non-plussed ex, who reluctantly shows up to protect the terrified gal, and an evening of charming and witty, dual soul-bearing ensues. Nice sex scene to boot. I guess fear really is a great aphrodisiac.
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