When complete-fucking-loser-except-for-his-hot-girlfriend Italian film student Julio starts living a Hitchcock movie in real life, paranoia and delerium motivate him to adapt a detective role and kickstart an attempt to foil the killer who prowls his hood. That's basically it. With VERY minimal gore for an Argento flick, a crop of tits, countless mini-homages, and pretty lame acting. As much as you want to dismiss the movie as boring or over-campy, you can't, because even if you don't want to admit it: there is a dimension of suspence that transcends the straight-to-dvd shittyness of the film. Also, there is a fucking retarded moped car chase.
-Josh C
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