A cheaply done made-for-TV feature I started off thinking why should I bother continuing, but eventually it started to pull me in even though it ends on a predictable flutter of hysteria with its clunky revelation.
Environmental designer Susan Brice lives a lonely life, where the death of her husband two year earlier still haunts her mind. But she overcomes that when she meets Kevin, a financial adviser and the two seem to hit it off. The romance hits sky high as they elope when in Las Vegas, but suddenly from nowhere she becomes a target of a stalker (dressed in a black wide brim hat and trench coat) that really has it in for her. Leaving unpleasant phone messages, spying on her, petty vandalism but then it gets even more dangerous as there are attempts on her life. Kevin suddenly reveals to the police and finally Susan that it might an unstable ex-girlfriend seeking revenge.
Small-scale, textbook stuff ensured. The red herrings spring up to only be cancelled out with non-effective attempts of drummed out suspense and simmering in the background an oozing, silk laid jazz score. The material is kind of all over the place in what it truly wants to be, but still manages to be quite captivating and the static direction while technically efficient limps along until its noisy, but emotionally starved climax. However the camera-work has some elasticity to it. The fetching Nastassja Kinski gives an earnest performance in the lead. Maxim Roy is wholesomely good in her role as Susan's beaten sister Justine and Gordon Pinsent eases in with his role of a classical music loving private detective.
A slow, but mildly tolerable and engaging made-for-TV mystery thriller.
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