Stumbled across this one on another of those curated lists. I had reservations about it but in all honesty, it wasn't all that bad for a movie from the 1960's... except this one was done in 1983. It was that bad, ladies and germs. It had all the earmarks, the drama, the intrigue, the Oscar-winning performance that you would expect from a low-budget (I have no idea what the budget actually was, but this film was low-budget performance, for sure), little-heard-of film. There was nothing to enjoy about this one. You might see (as I did, in the aforementioned curated list) some blurbs here and there about the "ice skating murder".... Trust me, you won't miss it. This was made in 1983, so the teen horror flicks were already out and about: _Friday the 13th_ , _Nightmare on Elm Street_ , etc. This thing acted like showing any type of violence was still taboo in motion pictures and the "ice skating murder" was laughable. In addition to incredibly underperformed acting, the lighting throughout was simply awful: too dark to really make out anything that was going on for almost the entire duration of the film. The storyline was so thin you could spit through it and never get it wet, and the ending?... I'm still scratching my head over what happened. In fact, the final ... I would say at least the final 20 (if not 30) minutes of the movie are so rushed and discordant that I watched it twice trying to figure out who did what, where, how, and I guess I'll never know WHY. While the name Brian de Palma garners some attention, this atrocity does not. Do yourself a favor and spend this 90 minutes in a far more productive way. This was just bad.