John Jarratt plays an eccentric weirdo psychopath who kills women because he had a bad childhood. Is this another Wolf Creek movie then? No, it's based on some random novel and he plays a very different serial killer than his Aussie-native Mick Taylor. He even has an American accent! His usual method is to garrote his victims with a steel wire and cut off their heads so he can put them in a glass jar. Sounds a bit messy, but if that's how he gets his kicks...

All is good fun for ol' John Jarratt until he sets his sights on Danielle Harris. She's the one who gives him conflicting emotions after she escapes his first murder attempt. Should I fuck her, or should I kill her? Hmm... Obviously, I would prefer the first option, but he's not so sure.

While his fixation on sweet Danielle manifests, detectives Casper Van Dien and Rae Dawn Chong are on the hunt for him, and there's your movie. Danielle gives a good performance, but the movie isn't great by any means. Decent production values and a moderate amount of blood and violence aren't enough to make this movie stand out. The story isn't as tense as it wants to be, but it's far from the worst.

I did think it was funny that when he fantasizes about her, they flash images of her famous sexy photo shoot of her in her underwear on the bed.