Larry Cohen has become more aware of aesthetics, and increasingly talented with the camera. The editing has its ups and downs, though. The score is too loud and invasive, creating a distance with the audience. I guess it comes with the territory. Say what you will, this is no ordinary horror picture. If it was inspired by another film, I didn’t see it. It’s a simple story told in a complex way.
Doesn’t matter if a location is old and decrepit or lavish; he’ll make it look good. Or at least he’ll make it look cozy. Gotta admire the man for both directing and writing almost everything he works on. Here, he mixes his love of filmmaking and his fascination for murder. Eric Bogosian plays Neville, a filmmaker who once had sex with a woman, then killed her over an argument.
So, there’s no apparent depth to this hook, until Cohen injects some. Passed the first act, you really don’t know what to expect, other than a dialogue-based slow-burning drama about an unhinged artist. Is there more to this murder? The middle part is anticlimactic. Cohen’s worst move is that dead-end police procedural. Why must it always come down to a procedural?