The Intruder

The Intruder succeeds in making this scenario less blatantly paranoid and misanthropic than it often appears... It also helps that Quaid, showing remarkable dedication to the role, jumps effortlessly between magnanimous old fool and evil.

Iit's high time Quaid truly embraced the role of a real horror-movie psycho, and the key pleasure of... The Intruder lies in watching the actor bounce among extremes of charm, anxiety, chumminess, and madness.

You know thrillers. Five-minute plots have a way of dragging familiar ideas into 2-hour narratives. This one has been done to death.

The real secret weapon of "The Intruder" is the intruder himself, played by Dennis Quaid in a completely unhinged performance of true lunacy.

Yes, "The Intruder" is formulaic and you've seen versions of it before. But the game cast and opportunities for interactivity - this is a movie that invites you to shout at the screen - make it a fun if predictable ride.

Were this not a depiction of a stalker but of an overly present neighbour, the camera's incessant reveals of Charlie ominously appearing in places he shouldn't would be almost comical in how belaboured they are.

The Intruder is basically 'the Dennis Quaid show,' and he delivers with a full tilt showcase.

As a piece of film craft, The Intruder is nothing short of abysmal. Yet it works beautifully. It's aggressively watchable. It's thrilling as hell. Why? Because unlike so many gleefully bad movies, this trashterpiece is made in earnest.

The script itself is as paint-by-numbers as you would expect, but it is the characters that turn this film into the so-bad-it's-amazing classic it deserves to become.

It's hard to narrow down if it's the acting that was terrible or if the dialogue was too bad to act. Likely, it was both.