The quaintest serial killer movie you’ll ever see, Robin Hardy’s other movie is a stultifying hodgepodge of faux suspense, fudged lyricism and enough Oirish blarney to turn John Ford green at the gills. Set in Dublin, it stars Gary Sinise’s wife, Moira Harris, as a ruddy-faced young thing who’s fairly bursting with sexual tension and Catholic guilt. The ants in her chastity belt attract a pack of gentlemen callers, any one of whom could be the psycho who’s chopping up other ruddy-faced young things in the neighbourhood.
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