Will keep you guessing, until all possibilities for explanation are eventually tied together in an excellent balance of subplot.
An unusually restrained Vincent Cassel is a pleasure, but it's a drawn-out story that runs out of steam before a rushed conclusion.
A perfect introduction to the genre, accessible enough to reel folk in. The rest of us will go giddy counting the references.
Effectively creates tension to complement an overall creepiness, to deliver a climax that keeps the viewer in the dark.
So bad it makes The Hand That Rocks the Cradle look good. There’s something you don’t read every day. Avoid.
A ridiculous pile of nonsense that’s not without entertainment value, this is a virtually forgotten entry on Wes Craven’s CV.