From a John Carpenter screenplay, this plays out as an interesting, if rather anaemic, giallo that lacks the sleazy panache of the Italian masters of the genre. Faye Dunaway is Laura Mars, a controversial photographer who mixes sexual and violent imagery. She begins to have strange visions of murders that resemble her photographs and detective John Neville (Tommy Lee Jones) soon has her down as chief suspect. With a mounting body-count and a plethora of suspicious characters, including Laura's ex-husband, her agent and driver, will the identify of the killer be discovered before he eventually gets around to Laura? All the classic giallo staples are here: convoluted plotting, a gloved killer, red herrings, suspects-a-plenty, etc., but director Irvin Kershner keeps things a bit too conventional for the film to be fully satisfying. There are some excellent and gripping sequences and the film is enjoyable throughout (with a wild disco soundtrack) but I can't but wonder what Dario Argento or Sergio Martino would have do with Carpenter's script. ( )