where ALICE, SWEET ALICE possessed an emotionally rapturous sexual fury that had a genuine stake in its confused adolescents' fates, all hancock's film can muster is repetitive whispered voiceovers that lack any kind of psychological or emotional weight ("it's blood jessica, it's blood!!"), not helped by the dull interpersonal mingling that inform jessica's fragmented, self-critical psyche ("he doesn't love you jessica, he's all mine!" etc. etc.) nor the utter absence of directorial personality.

Aside from the somewhat silly music, this is a rather ambitious attempt at creepiness. Unfortunately it's rather tame for the most part and then seems to climax prematurely with bloody images when it's only just started being really strangely ambiguous. You have to strain yourself pretty hard to feel scared by this.

Had potential...

what could have been a decent early 70's horror movie ended up being a bit on the avant-garde side, but more a mish-mash of what would eventually evolve into good horror movies in the future. looking at it in posterity is like watching a baby in a diaper crawl when all you know is a grown man walking in a suit and tie.

One of the best horror films of the '70s. Like with so many other finer efforts in this genre, the no-name cast and tiny budget actually add to the realism

Eh, not too impressed. I saw the ending coming about a mile away. Kind of a bare bones script, just going through the motions. Mariclare Costello did a very good job considering what she was given to work with, which wasn't much.

Belongs to that class of 70's movies that are part horror, part mystery, and part something else. Films like Images, Martin, Don't Look Now, and The Tenant that are ambiguous about reality, and are primarily about setting mood. This one isn't that great though. I liked it at first but after a while my interest waned. The poor acting didn't help. It almost succeeds in creating a creepy atmosphere (nice use of music and sound design), but shoots itself in the foot with a silly climax.