Scissors

When I looked it up afterwards I expected this to be De Felitta's first directorial and/or screenwriting credit; turns out it was his last! Horrible movie with a horrible script and some almost laughably useless shots (using a fucking telegram as an expository device in 1990? Are you serious?) but somehow in this mess Sharon Stone gives a compelling and convincing performance.

Structured like a parody of a daily soap or a wannabe Argento. Like a treatment, where noone filled in any of the gaps. Plot or dialogue wise. Feelt super long, too. Too long. Like, how was that apartment not the beginning of the finale instead of only the 2nd half of the whole movie? I'm rambling...In the end, the only concise thing I can really say about this movie is that it's really really really dumb. And that Sharon Stone will always have a gift for commanding an audience's attention.

In the wake of a brutal assault suffered at the hands of a red-bearded stranger, Angie Anderson (Sharon Stone) is grappling with her own sanity. To heal her scarred psyche, her therapist (Ronny Cox) urges hypnotherapy, which causes her to face gruesome truths from her past. Not long after getting entangled in a sordid love triangle with twin brothers, Alex (Steve Railsback) and Cole (also Railsback), Angie is lured into a twisted trap that threatens to unravel what little sanity she has left.

Passes the time.