I love this movie so much

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if their story seems completely bonkers, almost like a feverish work of fiction, you ain't heard nothing yet.

This film is so real. It treats its characters with so much care and sensitivity.

PLOT SPOILER REVIEW As a child Cathy (Christine Moore) suffered from a jump rope accident. As an adult cello player she has constant flashbacks and has conflicting supernatural entities telling her to "Go home Cathy" and "Don't go home." Her fiancée is the cheating Bob (Gary Warner) model photographer. She is ready to give up her career and dedicate her life to him.Okay, the plot spoiler part is that the film is an early version of "Final Destination." One horror scene had me in stitches, when mom is on a stretcher with a blade in her chest plus horror blood. She turns her head and says, "Go home Cathy." I lost it at that point. I liked the old cars and did you catch they used the words "type set" before "font" became popular. Mom irons and cooks in the kitchen, what we called multi-tasking.Debbie Rochon in an uncredited cameo.Brief sex and nudity (Christine Moore, Annie Grindlay, Ruth Collins)

The Plot.Cathys mother killed her father and tried to kill her when she was ten. Her younger brother, a priest, holds her responsible. Fifteen years later Bob manipulates a clingy, drippy Cathy into falling in love with him. He lures her back to the apartment building of her youth for a so- called work party. There, he and his business partner Monica and a few of their oddly pathetic friends hold Cathy hostage for a few hours before forcing her off the side of the building roof. She becomes one of them, a 'lurker'. The building is supposed to be 'hell' and everyone born there is evil and is brought back there to die. Cathy becomes one of the lurkers who floats around town warning other people who the baddies try to get back to the building - Bobs new girlfriend and Cathy's priest brother including.This was supposedly filmed in Washington Heights, NY. A bunch of scenes are from Lincoln Center, however and many of the interior apartment shots don't resemble anything from Washington Heights.It's really poorly directed lending support to my theory that women cannot direct. The story is fragmented and boring. This is supposed to be a cult movie but it has none of the kewl quirky exposition that real cult movies contain.Given the director's past foray into porn, i suspect this movie had some mob money in it.There's really nothing redeeming about this film. The acting is abysmal and the plot is not remotely interesting. Plus it's hard to follow.

Plodding horror movie about a woman (Moore) whose traumatic childhood living in an apartment block in the outer limits of NYC continues to haunt her as an adult. Her seemingly supportive fiancé (Warner) convinces her to attend an industry party being thrown by his elusive business partner (Taylor) - that just happens to also be in the same apartment block leading to a bizarre encounter with the occult.Amateurish and undernourished, the acting is weak and the production values limited, resulting in a lethargic thriller that's heavy on symbolism but light on actual shocks. Moore is erratic and Warner sleep walks through his sleaze-bag role; I would've liked to have seen more of Taylor as the sophisticated femme fatale, but she's deprived of the spotlight despite the attention paid to her character in the plot development.The film has a nightclub feel to it, hard on the eyes for lack of light, big hair and typical 80's gaudy costumes, and deafening to the ears for incessant synthesiser riffs. Even more disappointing is the distinct lack of special effects, just a few freak masks and some little blonde kids dressed in white garbs that suddenly appear in doorways and windows, singing those twisted lullabies over and over and over - you know the ones. I think director Findlay should have stuck to filming loops.

Director Roberta Findley, wife of cult legend Michael, directs yet another bizarre, cheaply made, vulgar film. This one, Lurkers, named for the dead that can be seen by some "lurking" about, primarily tells the tale of a girl having a bad home life in New York in an apartment house where she sees these lurkers. We are introduced to her in a somewhat inventive and at the same time crude opening sequence where the young girl, having just been verbally/physically abused by her mother, goes outside to play and while playing jump rope - the rope mysteriously entwines around her neck as the children idly smile and watch. A young woman who will be seen later in the movie arrives, and the rope stops. Quickly we move to the present when the young girl has turned into a young musician in love with a photographer. The film then relates this relationship - but to say any more would give away the plot. And I wouldn't want to do that to you - or would I(might save you!) I think of all about this film that I did like - and granted that was not much - was the story. It is somewhat talky and you soon know where it is going, but it has shades reminiscent of Rosemary's Baby with regards to the man-woman relationship and a future conspiracy. I even thought the end, reminiscent of The Sentinel, was just quirky enough to be interesting. The real problem with this movie is that it never can shake the cheap look and feel it has. This can be easily seen in the settings, the lack of good, quality actors, and the special effects(what few there are). Christine Moore plays the lead - and she is pretty - but beyond that nothing very special. She is better than virtually everyone else in the film. Findley also has some obvious, how shall we say, peculiar interests as we are shown various scenes suggesting sexual aberration of some kind and scenes suggesting sick violence with a sledge hammer. The film is not particularly gory though. One scene that stood out for me was a scene between two beautiful models - both highly attractive - disrobing and talking about the stock market. It has nothing to do with anything yet has an interesting humorous edge as well as other pluses aimed to peak one's interest.