Awesome psychological thriller.
"He came in my mouth then tried to beat the shit out of me because I wanted to tell you. It was an accident, but he deserved it."
Stylish and beautifully shot. Sometimes too story led and not enough character instinct for me, but still totally awesome.
Minor but fun Schroeder; SWF however still holds today in some interesting ways (cinematography, NYC: swf vibe/energy/wardrobe) while at the same time feeling incredibly dated (plot twists, male cast) in others. Definitely a movie a lot of my friends were talking about when we were too young to talk about it. A time capsule and a precursor of the creepiness of Craigslist, and the ubiquitousness of Apple computers.
Interesting that there's a moral slant in conclusion, a warning or lesson given out that treatment of the self (therapy) can prevent trauma, whereas the prevailing current paradigm is it's everybody else's fault. A psychoanalytic time capsule.
Though it never quite reaches the greatness of some of it's individual sequences, there is some sweet character development at the end. After being led through a female friendship drama, it slowly twists into a more and more sinister ordeal. The final act is explosive and somehow reminiscent of Alien. It's not the best film, but it's thoroughly enjoyable.
It might have been scary and surprising at its times, maybe, but nowadays all these tropes are so overused that it was clear what's going to happen step by step. Still quite enjoyable watch, probably due to a nostalgia trip caused by 90's fashion *note to self: need to buy myself one of these dresses!*
Does loose itsdelf a bit along the way but otherwise a rather good film that can be seen either as the nightmare of taking in a violently possessive housemate.
Can also be seen as the fears of an self centered/indidualistic person taking a flatmate in.
The passing comments on what is considered annoying is pretty good.
Otherwise, it is all pretty classical and does not break any taboo.