This review may contain spoilers. Certainly not the De Palma-Schrader “Obsession” or Visconti’s “Obsessione” or “The Story of Adele H”, or even Sondheim-Lapine’s “Passion”, but very of the times. Reflects this generation’s queasiness about intimacy, sex, individuality, and, yes, passion. It was tiresome once it became predictable (and a supernatural element came in. I didn’t see the trailer and I knew nothing of the movie coming in). As B-horror movies go, it’s got energy and smarts.