Broadly cherry-picking from the suspense masters into something more microwavable, a kinky urban horror, casually conceived and nerfed for sleazy thrills. The persistent dread sets an ominous tone, puffed-up by Yanni's score, while tormented Leigh frets until the big scooby-doo reveal.
Some svengali psychosexual parlor game genius! I am crushed eternally beneath the weight of late-80s-early-90s Jennifer Jason Leigh and her magisterial shimmer of the divine. This one will live in me. I want to dress up as this movie and walk around the city at night. I like "happy endings" that are subversively disturbing. Midnight has a humdinger. For fans of Repulsion, Dario Argento, and Bartel's Private Parts.