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No better or worse than most of Shannon Tweed's straight-to-video films. The final twist is pretty clever and you probably won't see it coming, but the plot moves at about 5 miles per hour, and it's filled with stupid, bumbling characters that hurt its credibility (notice the scene where the hero practically hands over a gun to a potential murderess; or how about the scene where the killer has a perfectly good opportunity to shoot the hero but delays unnecessarily). Tweed is gorgeous as always, but not sexy in this movie (yes, there is a difference). Julie Strain, who is arguably even more beautiful, is mainly kept offscreen. (**)