When thinking about this film, several words come to mind: cliched, contrived, and confusing, to name a few. In most suspense thrillers, the audience finds itself yelling out advice to the main characters, such as "don t go into the basement- the bad guy is there" or "save yourself! don t go back for your cat!" I never did that with this one. It wasn t because the decisions this victim makes are any smarter than any other suspense thriller victim, it was more that I just really didn t care what happened to her. I couldn t feel any sympathy for her because she was so two-dimensional.Then let s consider the stalker. He is supposed to make the viewer feel creepy just by being onscreen. He is definitely no Anthony Hopkins or Jack Nicholson. Frankly, I ve seen episodes of "Mister Rogers Neighborhood" that were creepier. I m tired of actors who think it is easy to play a psychopath.This film did have its bright spots, though they were few and far-between. One scene that I thought was very well-done (if slightly preposterous) took place in a church and involved a very cool priest. I can say no more.I suppose I sometimes demand too much of made-for-TV movies. In all honesty, I d have to say that "made-for-TV suspense Velveeta" is my favorite genre, and when viewed in its proper context (i.e. on cable at three in the morning), this film is a fine example of its genre.