Criminal psychologist Dr. Helen Hudson (Sigourney Weaver) has a narrow escape from a serial killer, and as a result becomes a paranoid recluse who suffers from agoraphobia. With only the
internet, newspaper, and police scanners to keep her abreast of the outside world, Helen is strangely content in the apartment she shares with her gay house-mate. The sanctuary that she’s created however soon becomes endangered when Helen is forced to deal with a new breed of serial killer, one which doesn’t follow her well-researched trends; one which threatens her very existence.
What’s really refreshing about Copycat is its intelligence, there’s no whodunit, no pondering on which one of the good guys may actually be the perpetrator. It’s a straight forward film, with an air of menace which takes you from the comfort of your living room to the frighteningly disorientating world of an agoraphobic forced to dive back into a world she hoped she had left for good. The normally squeaky clean Harry Connick Jr. Plays grimy southern serial killer Daryll Lee Callum almost too convincingly, and succeeds in making our flesh crawl as we recoil from this hideous character.
The cinematography is more than adequate, but what pulls Copycat above the norm is its intelligence and pace. Nothing is over explained, the audience is treated to a gripping 123 minutes of entertainment. And when I press play, that’s what I’m looking for.
COPYCAT 1995 Writer/Director: Jon Amiel. Cast: Sigourney Weaver, holly hunter, Dermot Mulroney, William McNamara, Harry Connick Jr.
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