Maybe better as an exploration of survivor's guilt and overcoming trauma than as a horror film? It did effectively keep me guessing as to who the killer was, though.
It certainly has its pleasures, but... for the first half almost nothing happens, and then Dr. Creed becomes so irredeemably selfish and stupid that I really almost considered turning the damn thing off.
There's something to the story about how grief can twist us, but the script just does almost nothing with that, preferring to just barrel ahead with the plot in the last act.
Extra special bonus points for the mordant humor of Brad Greenquist's performance as the ghost of Victor Pascow.
Absolutely crackerjack thriller, giving us a heroine who is resourceful and smart, but also painfully human. I especially appreciated how the film took great pains to put us in the lead character's perspective without always cutting the sound out, which ratchets up the suspense something awful.
Maybe a little too austere for its own good in its first half, but then in the second half it tightens the hangman's noose so freaking tight it's impossible to breathe. Hawke is the best he's ever been, and the script is a godsend. Don't know how I feel about the ending, although that entire last sequence is just masterful stuff.