Here's a b grade, when finally acquiring it, I was not disappointed. It lived up to my expectations. Here's a good, psychological sexual thriller, where everything fall into place, where up until the end, you've been totally fooled. Adrian Cross (Henrickson) is the successful philanthropist/investment banker, (and I love the earring) who's the prime suspect in a series of brutal murders, involving beautiful young women. The killer leaves a neatly folded damp towel around as a trademark. Here's a guy who just has to roll up in his slick sports car, outside a club, and within the next thirty seconds, she's his, and he's taking the soon to be murdered beauty home. Assigned to his case is public defender, Joan Severance, who of course of falls in love with him, where she could be jeopardizing her life. The least amused is an old ex flame of Severance, a cop working the case, who really has it on for Cross, thoroughly convinced he's the killer. Or is he? Cross does push this cop's buttons in one scene, it's mutual hate on a grand scale. Really getting to know Cross, we really don't want to believe it's him, but our finger points so towards him, as in the opening, we see a quick series of shots, where we see him making him love with the victims, but also he keeps these sick intimate journals. This is a motive tight thriller that works, where up until the end, Cross has our undivided attention. An in the aftermath of the truth, Cross surfacing is still menacing. He too could be a killer, and probably is. After all, a leopard can't change his spots. A tight well constructed thriller, much more worthy of it's B grade appeal. I recommend this one to fans of this thriller genre out there.
