Metacritic reviews

What distinguishes The Watcher from all the films it consciously or unconsciously emulates is the intermittently witty, offbeat writing of debuting screenwriter David Elliot.

The actors cannot be faulted. They bring more to the story than it really deserves.

This thriller largely succeeds in putting quotation marks around its use of genre conventions, mixing subtlety and overkill to create a pensive mood that transcends the plot.

Reeves is a stiff dancer and he delivers his lines in a full leather jacket monotone.

If Reeves weren't onboard this picture would have gone straight to video.

Once the terror ends and the credits roll, we finally get to the best part: a merciful escape.

It's lively but fails to disguise the fact that his (Charbanic) script is a dud and his career in videos has taught him little about the art of narrative storytelling.

The picture's real interest lies in detailing the villain's sadistic crimes, though, and this is rarely fun or edifying to watch.

An uninspired, standard-issue mimeo whose only distinguishing feature is a reversal in its casting.

A dismal new serial-killer thing.