Abigail Clayton lives alone. Very alone. In fact, the attractive heiress has not left her Manhattan loft apartment for almost two decades. The famous daughter of a wealthy industrialist, Abigail disappeared from the prying eyes of the press and the intrusiveness of her family on her 18th birthday, the day she received her massive inheritance. During years of self-imposed isolation, Abigail has had contact with only two people-her building's Concierge, Klandermann, with whom she communicates via notes-and Dr. Raymond Fontaine, a longtime family friend and her sole confidant for most of her life. When the death of her elderly neighbor prompts NYPD Homicide Detective Frank Giardello to launch an investigation, the agoraphobic Abigail is distressed to find him outside her door, asking to question her. Having tried to acquire the dead woman's now vacant apartment to ensure her privacy, Abigail is further upset when her requests go unanswered, and new tenants Lillian and Charlie move in. ... Written by
George Gallo & Kevin Pollak
A movie about the power of guilt and shame, and the resolute and ruthless exploitation of an obsessed person, who is mentally very vulnerable. This picture is an attempt at shooting a picture in the best tradition of Hitchcock' Dial M for murder. But here no hysteria, no black suspense and no gallant gestures a la Rex Harrison. An interesting movie despite the nasty reviews the picture got in the Netherlands.. Still, the characters of the policemen are rather sketchy, and the helpful janitor is not as homely as one believes. So, what is the problem with this movie? I think it is lack of passion, Hitchcock submerged passion in a polar sea, yet it was fiery. Too many crooks and vileness behind sociable masks are not good for the popularity of a work of art. And that, 19th century writers already knew. Anyway, still an enjoyable picture..
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