Sometimes I get in the mood for a made-for-television movie, what with their predictable plots, completely unknown cast (in this particular case, however, Christopher Reeve plays a pretty believable scumbag), point-and-shoot cinematography, and overly-dramatic dialogue that's only there to fill time rather than add depth to the characters -- you know, all that good stuff. Hey, say what you will, but I find them to be pretty nostalgic.
Going off title alone, I assumed this flick would be riding firmly in the horror lane. Not the case -- this is definitely a thriller through and through, though you could make the argument that because of the dark subject matter at hand there's some slight crossover. And while it's not a good movie, I think that dark subject matter is actually handled quite tastefully.
Feels kind of like a Richard Laymon novel was tamed down and adapted to screen.
There are better ways to spend an hour and a half, and there are worse. In 1991, it would've been a treat to see something like this at home. Nowadays, not so much.