The Perfect Guy

All of the structural, if superficial aspects of the story are in place, but the film fails to dig deeper, giving talented veteran actors very little to work with.

The B-movie riffs are efficiently executed, but the biggest mystery is why this supporting feature should be troubling our cinema screens when its target audience is firmly nestled on the sofa.

The Perfect Guy is a lazy retread from the Fatal Attraction department of stalker movies.

A checklist of 90s thriller cliches (so tired you can almost see the cast yawning) get trotted out with a multitude of gloss yet zero creativity, in this disappointingly strait-laced Fatal Attraction knockoff.

The beats of the character are as follows: lovely, lovely, lovely, satanic, satanic, satanic.

The unsure tone screams that this is a director embarrassed by the film he's making.

It's a thriller void of thrills, wasting the time of the cast and the audience.

A Perfect Guy plays it all too straight and to the point of insipid functionality.

The Perfect Guy - a poor cross between Basic Instinct and Fatal Attraction - is the latest obsessive-relationship thriller that promises an exciting ride, but just doesn't have the tools to deliver the goods.

Glossy but blandly directed stalker thriller The Perfect Guy fails to do anything interesting with its stock set-up and there's no erotic frisson between the characters. Sadly, a misted shower door is as steamy as things get here.