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The Watcher (2000) ![]() ![]() ![]() And it's not as if we haven't seen film like this before, and better done, in which the serial killer is so wrapped up in taunting a particular detective that he forgets that the point of committing murder is to get away with it. I wish Spader, who first impressed me in Sex, Lies and Videotape, would find himself in better films -- he's been in some real stinkers -- because there's a lot of unused talent in that guy. As for Reeves? I guess there's no escaping the truism that pretty boys get the roles, regardless of talent.
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Ronald Bruce Meyer is a freelance reviewer. |