Always check behind the door.
If you’re not careful, you have no idea who might be lurking back there.
Could be an amnesiac Charles Bronson, troubled by shattered memories, yet blessed with a mustache sharp enough to cut you without touching you.
Or maybe Anthony Perkins, looking slightly less troubled than he did as Norman Bates — but just slightly — as a doctor hell-bent on using his skills to shape his new patient into a killing machine.
Stylish and compelling, if not always believable, it’ll take your mind off what bothers you faster than all the Ibuprofen in the medicine cabinet.