It's not too often that you see a film in which the hero is actually a pervert. Harry Ross is a stressed-out stockbroker who, during one of his evening runs, sees a gorgeous redhead woman perform a sensual strip act through her front yard window. He returns night after night to watch her, even though it costs him a lot of parking tickets and even when he's out on a date with an excessively horny co-worker. Still, though, Harry realizes his behavior is not sane, and he contacts the ravishing psychiatrist, Alex. While in therapy, Harry still returns to practice his voyeurism hobby, and witnesses how the object of his lust is brutally stabbed to death in her bed. With all the DNA evidence in the garden, Harry quickly becomes the prime suspect, so he'll have to resolve the murder himself. He begs Dr. Alex to help him, and ... not only does she help him and lies to the cops, but she also suddenly feels enormously attracted to Harry! So, the perv isn't just the hero of the tale, he also gets the girl! And what an incredibly professional shrink she is, too.
I think it's fair to say the plausibility level of "Bedroom Eyes" is zero, but it's still a fun and easily watchable erotic thriller. It has Brian de Palma vibes as well as Italian Giallo trademarks, and there's a nicely demented twist at the end. The name of director William Fruet probably doesn't mean much to admirers of elite and mainstream cinema, but he's definitely a personal favorite of mine. Fruet made downright awesome exploitation hits like "House by the Lake", "Search and Destroy", and "Baker County, USA", as well as more than adequate horror titles like "Funeral Home", "Killer Party", and "Insect". Okay, he also made the lousy "Spasms", but everyone is entitled to a misfire. And, for the record, "Bedroom Eyes" isn't a misfire.
