There is an axe murderer on the loose and Laraine Day (Edwina) is the next target. Lew Ayres (Oliver) provides the romance despite being a bit of a twit.
We get some tense moments at the beginning of the film involving Laraine Day but Lew Ayres has quite a creepy aspect to his character and this isn't helped by the storyline. The story is pretty stupid. For example, Day returns to her apartment after meeting Ayres ONCE and doesn't freak out by the fact the he's waiting inside for her. He's in her apartment FFS! Err .I think most people would be freaked out by that. The plot has dumb moments like that so you have to just watch it without thinking about it. And this includes the ending which seems a bit rushed and devoid of any kind of imagination. We also don't get enough of Basil Rathbone.
My only encounter with an axe murderer came when I hitch-hiked from Hull to Glastonbury in the 1980s. A friend and I got a lift from this aggressive nutter guy in a van who was on his way to a motorbike convention in Wakefield. My friend and I were both terrified of him and were glad to be dropped off at our next stop. Alive. That was proper scary. And he was definitely some kind of biker Hell's Angel weirdo who had done sinister things. He had a collection of axes in the back of his van. Trust me, an axe murderer is terrifying.
Unfortunately, this film went in the wrong direction and chose humour over suspense. Shame. It's OK, though.
We get some tense moments at the beginning of the film involving Laraine Day but Lew Ayres has quite a creepy aspect to his character and this isn't helped by the storyline. The story is pretty stupid. For example, Day returns to her apartment after meeting Ayres ONCE and doesn't freak out by the fact the he's waiting inside for her. He's in her apartment FFS! Err .I think most people would be freaked out by that. The plot has dumb moments like that so you have to just watch it without thinking about it. And this includes the ending which seems a bit rushed and devoid of any kind of imagination. We also don't get enough of Basil Rathbone.
My only encounter with an axe murderer came when I hitch-hiked from Hull to Glastonbury in the 1980s. A friend and I got a lift from this aggressive nutter guy in a van who was on his way to a motorbike convention in Wakefield. My friend and I were both terrified of him and were glad to be dropped off at our next stop. Alive. That was proper scary. And he was definitely some kind of biker Hell's Angel weirdo who had done sinister things. He had a collection of axes in the back of his van. Trust me, an axe murderer is terrifying.
Unfortunately, this film went in the wrong direction and chose humour over suspense. Shame. It's OK, though.