This is one of my favorite of the classic horror flicks, and it's cool because of what it *doesn't* show you.
It's a premise you might not think would work: Sweet Serbian girl lives in New York and thinks she's cursed. If she falls in love, she'll turn into a cat person and go on a rampage.
So we've got an elaborate metaphor for the loss of virginity and repressed lesbianism and ... the All-American fella who loves her.
Married but not getting any, Oliver turns to a co-worker for some ... satisfaction. Enraged and wild with jealousy (and egged on by a freaky psychologist) Irena lets her inner kitty loose and wreaks some serious havoc.
This is an understated, suggestive story that uses what you don't see to greater effect than any cheesy catwoman costume could have. One of the best and creepiest scenes involves the other woman being followed in the park. First you hear the clicking of the heels of her stalker ... then you don't. It's a great scene that has been redone in dozens of movies.
Shadows and suggestion, this is one of the absolute best psychological thrillers made. I can watch it again and again and get something new every time.
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