Review – Sliver

From the author who brought you Rosemary’s Baby, here’s another bit of urban paranoia (at least nobody gets screwed by Satan this time, unless you count the audience). Ultimately this film just seems to have too much going on. I mean, the creepy voyeur boyfriend would have made a good plot by itself, as would the psycho mystery writer, or even just the idea of a building rigged with hidden cameras. But when they try to mash all this together, especially when you have the likes of Sharon Stone and one of the Baldwins trying to make it work, it’s just too much for the script to support. I also guess they thought Stone masturbating would have been a lot sexier than it turned out to be. Nice soundtrack, though. Mildly amusing