Lauren Bacall makes the film [from a novel by Bob Randall] work with a solid performance as a stage star pursued by a pyschotic fan whose adoration turns to hatred. To be sure, the part doesn’t test the broadest range of Bacall’s abilities, but she and director Edward Bianchi achieve the essential element: they make the audience care what happens to her.
In his first major feature, TV commercials veteran Michael Biehn contributes solidly toward the picture’s believability, gradually transforming his character’s fantasies into a deadly delusion. The more his performance is acceptable, the more perilous is Bacall’s plight.
Maureen Stapleton is also necessarily sympathetic as Bacall’s likable secretary who stands between Biehn and what he perceives as true romance, setting herself up as his first victim.
James Garner is given less to do as Bacall’s ex-husband, whom she still loves. Mainly, he’s limited to standing around for moral support.