A fledgling Staten Island journalist witnesses a brutal murder in the neighboring apartment of a French-Canadian model, but the police do not believe that the crime took place. With the help of a private detective, she seeks out the truth.
Brian De Palma
Jake Scully comes home to find his girlfriend with another man and has to find a new place. In between his acting workshops and his job in a vampire B-movie, he scans the paper looking for anything. He happens to meet Sam Bouchard, a fellow actor who needs a house sitter. Both are pleased with the arrangement that will have Jake staying in the house and for a sweetener, Sam shows him his favorite neighbor, a well-built woman who strips with her window open each night. Jake becomes obsessed with meeting her and is able to help recover her purse from a thief, but shows his own phobia, he is incapacitated by claustrophobia when the thief runs through a tunnel. When Jake witnesses a murder, he finds out that the police love to pin crimes on peeping Toms. Jake discovers that here are just too many coincidences but must hunt them down himself without the police.Written by
John Vogel <firstname.lastname@example.org>
With a soundtrack that will stick around for days, and that's before you include Frankie goes to Hollywood, Griffith looks great as Holly in this almost comedic take on a familiar 'witness' setup.
Without spoiling the details, there is enough to enjoy here as either a Depalma study or some easy evening viewing.
A little disjointed and a few odd filmic choices throw you out of the action here and there, this is why I would use the term 'comedic'... I can't be certain but some of the decisions seem to have either been intentionally tongue in cheek, or at least they were overtly dismissed as such.
The movie would definitely have scored less had it not acknowledged these traits.
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