Variety ★★★★

Gender-flipped stalker thriller finds McLeod's dissociated, uncomfortably inquisitive ticket vendor following after the oddly refined, rich gentleman who frequents the porn theater she tends. A grimy neo-noir in the vein of Scorsese and Ferrara around the same period, albeit with an intense look at female desire awakened by confrontation with male desire. I love the juxtaposition throughout of Christine spying in on the movies playing at the theater with the men stumbling out, adjusting their flies and freezing at her presence, their shame rushing back as she regards them like a lepidopterist studying her moths.