A Nazi landlord of an apartment house rigs the space with all kinds of deadly booby traps to terrorize and kill his all-female tenants.
Crawlspace isn't much for nuance and, at 80 minutes, it doesn't have time for it either. We learn precious little about Klaus Kinski's creepy building manager or the victims he's terrorizing. One wants to be a Barbra Streisand-esque singer if the picture of the pop star over her piano is any indication. She also likes to play sex games with her boyfriend where he pretends to be a rapist and break in to her apartment. The others are only distinguished by the color of their hair or the fact that one of them as a possible drunk with a southern accent.
There's not a lot of suspense for most of the film, but the finale does summon up a few chills and thrills as Kinski terrorizes his final victim through the maze of tunnels in the titular crawlspace. It's not a bad way to waste 80 minutes.
Crawlspace isn't much for nuance and, at 80 minutes, it doesn't have time for it either. We learn precious little about Klaus Kinski's creepy building manager or the victims he's terrorizing. One wants to be a Barbra Streisand-esque singer if the picture of the pop star over her piano is any indication. She also likes to play sex games with her boyfriend where he pretends to be a rapist and break in to her apartment. The others are only distinguished by the color of their hair or the fact that one of them as a possible drunk with a southern accent.
There's not a lot of suspense for most of the film, but the finale does summon up a few chills and thrills as Kinski terrorizes his final victim through the maze of tunnels in the titular crawlspace. It's not a bad way to waste 80 minutes.