A succession of murderer's-point-of-view slashing scenes adds just another cliche to the heap already piled up in this slow-paced psychothriller. Psychiatrist Klaus Kinski's group-therapy patients (all nubile women) are being sheared by a scissors-wielding maniac. Those same scissors could
be the very ones used for the cut-out, paste-up letters forecasting the crimes. The letters are being sent to advice columnist Marianna Hill, who, as a member of the therapy group, herself appears to be at risk. Who is the crazy cut-up? Is it the kinky shrink who likes to look at his daughter,
Donna Wilkes, as she showers? You won't really care by the time this movie is over.