Crawlspace ★★★½

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Just my kind of demented, outrageous sleaze, although it ultimately doesn't amount to anything beyond Klaus Kinski's freaky, outer-space portrayal of a murderer voyeur, but what a performance indeed. The clinical spaces, often being misshapen and manipulated in service of the victim's demise, gets mighty close to becoming a genre picture about the violence of our own interiority, but then Kinski starts crawling around in vents and it prompts a glorious cackle. By the same director of Tourist Trap and the OG Puppetmaster, so you know what to do: add it to your watch-list.