This turgid, suspenseless stalker melodrama features sleepwalking performances by toplined Connie Sellecca and Gregory Harrison, and the ominous ending is the high point of Alan Rosen’s script; however, under Alan Metzger’s direction, it’s not startling enough and it’s way too late.
Sharon Blake (Sellecca) is a career woman who works for City Hall. Well into her 30s, she longs to settle down.
At a party, she meets handsome Robert Kenzer (Harrison), who grabs her ear quickly by identifying “I Only Have Eyes for You” as from a Dick Powell movie (“Dames,” 1938). She only knows the 1975 Art Garfunkel version, but Kenzer tells her he loves listening to her, anyway.
Picking her up in a limousine for their first date, the big-spending fast-talker has Blake in bed the next night. She regrets it and tells office pal Martha (Robin Bartlett), but jumps in bed with him the third night as well.
Discovering that he’s been overstating his wealth (he’s a recently fired real estate salesman), she dumps him; he spends most of the next 90 minutes (screen time) not taking no for an answer.
Blake is slow on the uptake; well over a month of terrorizing takes place before anybody mentions a restraining order. By then, she’s seen a shrink (Rosalind Cash in a dreadlock fright wig) and somehow picked up the services of a private eye (Christopher Meloni).
Despite not selling much real estate, Kenzer perseveres; he also manages to outwit the private detective, just in time for a final confrontation between Blake (“I’m going to have to stop him myself!”) and the villain. She wins, sort of, when her handgun misfires and hits him in the kneecap.
A couple of vague flashbacks are included to explain Kenzer’s actions: It seems his mother liked to dress up like Elvira, Mistress of the Dark, and flog him with a whip. Or something like that.
The whole thing’s silly as can be; the supporting cast showing more enthusiasm than principals do.
Tech credits are OK, with standout effort by costume designer Louise Mingenbach, who came up with a series of outfits for Kenzer that peg him as a Hollywood lounge lizard from the get-go.