After the shocking bathtub death of his mother and her lover, the sinister Patrick lays comatose in a small private hospital, his only action being his involuntary spitting. When a pretty young nurse, just separated from her husband, begins work at the hospital, she senses that Patrick is communicating with her and he seems to be using his psychic powers to manipulate events in her life. —IMDb
Imho, suffers from the same problems as Franklin's *Roadgames*: not enough narrative drive, editing that seems neither deliberate nor particularly effective, and no sense of awareness for pacing (both films just seem bloated). Wanted to be wowed by a lost b-movie classic; instead got to watch two hours of a comatose goofball spitting at the screen and using his telekinesis to type lewd love letters to his nurse. Meh.
This one's really all about that ending! Man, I remember spending the night at my cousin's back in the '80s and staying up all night to watch this on HBO (we didn't have cable TV yet). Good times. We thought the flick was a little slow overall, but dug the last few minutes anyway. Creepy electronic score!
Low-budget Australian horror film rises above the rest with another original, intelligent screenplay by Everett De Roche. It's slow in spots, especially toward the end, and Richard Franklin's direction lacks a certain visual flair that could have been effective, but this is still a cult classic that deserves to be better known.
