In the wearily predictable 1990s throwback sphere that Every Breath You Take inhabits, the combination of a comfortably upper middle-class family navigating a rough patch while living in modernist real-estate porn invariably means they will repair their frayed bonds by slamming around that house fighting for their lives against a raging psychotic in the final reel.
Especially when there's a stranger with a crisp English accent and cut-glass cheekbones involved, accompanied at all times by a fretful string score.
Beyond its overqualified cast and eyebrow-raising plot points, this pedestrian psychological revenge thriller offers few surprises.
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