Right in the heart of Castle's Psycho phase. It has some nice atmosphere and a few great moments - including a cool remake of the Psycho shower scene - and Ireland is terrific, but it doesn't have the consistency of the Castle/Bloch collaborations.

Irelands menacing performance as the brooding, cold-blooded killer is commendable. The premise is decent but the awful acting of the young leads and the god awful score keeps it from being as enjoyable as it could have been.

Pretty decent... I saw this as a kid, while going through the phase where one thinks making prank phone calls is funny, and let me tell you it scared the living sh*t out of me!

Legendary gimmick guru Castle semi-blows a terrific premise here. He undercuts the potential tension via annoying actors (the teens and accompanying tyke Locke), an irritating sitcom-styled score, and an overly hurried wrap-up. The pic ends with overhead shots of telephone lines and the corny sign-off "The End of the Line". Still worth catching for the watery slay scene and Ireland's authentically scary perf (though Crawford is wasted, figuratively and literally, in a largely humiliating role).