After a traumatic experience in their former home, a single mother (Stefanie Powers) and her six year old son (Mickey Toft) have moved into a new home. What she doesn't know is that a woman was brutally murdered in that house the year before. Her son also becomes dependent on his "imaginary" friend who lives in his closet, who he insists is real in spite of the adults dismissing his claims. Directed by Douglas Jackson, this Canadian thriller never rises above its pulpy roots but given that, it does a decent job and holds our interest for most of its running time. Alas, it can't sustain itself and the film's last half hour turns into your standard "woman in peril fights back" plotline except that Powers' character is such a ninny that you become exasperated. It's the kind of movie where the heroine holds a gun on the villain and you're screaming, "Shoot him!" while the bad guy talks and talks while waiting to overpower her so he can terrorize her for an additional 15 minutes. Margot Kidder provides some amusement as a next door neighbor although the first time you see her, you just know she's going to be toast before the movie's over. With Stewart Bick and Martin Neufeld, overacting shamelessly.
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