Gorgeous blonde Angela Anderson (Sharon Stone) buys some scissors from a hardware store, despite already owning countless pairs; then she spends $20 on a revolting, knackered old doll fit for a dumpster. Is she crazy? Well, yes, she is, actually - a 26-year-old virgin with deep seated mental issues relating to childhood trauma, her condition only worsening when she is almost raped in a lift by a man with a red beard.
Angela is befriended by nice-guy neighbour Alex Morgan (Steve Railsback), and continues to seek professional help from psychiatrist Dr. Stephan Carter (Ronny Cox), but neither can prevent the young woman from spiralling into madness, especially after she goes to a temp appointment, and becomes trapped in an apartment with a dead body and an accusatory raven.
This film, directed by author Frank De Felitta, would dearly like to be Repulsion with a twist, but De Felitta is no Polanski and Stone is no Deneuve. Each successive scene is worse than the one that precedes it. Stone is so bad that it is no wonder that she had to flash her minge in order to achieve the fame she desired. Railsback is every bit as bad as Stone, doubly so if you take into account that he plays both Alex and his brother Cole (both with terrible hair!). Ronny Cox is far better than this nonsense, but with a script this bad, he cannot do much to make matters any better.
The final act, in which Angie totally loses her marbles, gives Stone ample opportunity to show that subtlety and range really aren't her thing, and De Felitta unveils his ridiculous twist, making an already terrible film even worse.
Scissors is an utterly awful psycho-thriller, but still kinda fun if you have a predilection for really bad movies; I do, hence my far higher-than-it-really-deserves rating of 5/10 (if you don't find z-grade flicks entertaining, take that score and subtract at least three points).
Angela is befriended by nice-guy neighbour Alex Morgan (Steve Railsback), and continues to seek professional help from psychiatrist Dr. Stephan Carter (Ronny Cox), but neither can prevent the young woman from spiralling into madness, especially after she goes to a temp appointment, and becomes trapped in an apartment with a dead body and an accusatory raven.
This film, directed by author Frank De Felitta, would dearly like to be Repulsion with a twist, but De Felitta is no Polanski and Stone is no Deneuve. Each successive scene is worse than the one that precedes it. Stone is so bad that it is no wonder that she had to flash her minge in order to achieve the fame she desired. Railsback is every bit as bad as Stone, doubly so if you take into account that he plays both Alex and his brother Cole (both with terrible hair!). Ronny Cox is far better than this nonsense, but with a script this bad, he cannot do much to make matters any better.
The final act, in which Angie totally loses her marbles, gives Stone ample opportunity to show that subtlety and range really aren't her thing, and De Felitta unveils his ridiculous twist, making an already terrible film even worse.
Scissors is an utterly awful psycho-thriller, but still kinda fun if you have a predilection for really bad movies; I do, hence my far higher-than-it-really-deserves rating of 5/10 (if you don't find z-grade flicks entertaining, take that score and subtract at least three points).