NBC (Mon., Oct. 26, 9 P.M. ET)
Rosanna Arquette is an odd choice to be the heroine in a thriller about a serial killer; she is too prickly, too edgy—too crabby, even. Long before she worries about being the next victim of a psychopath who preys on professional women, Arquette (who plays a children’s book illustrator) is already strung out. She seems to have drunk too much coffee, not gotten enough sleep, been through too many codependent relationships, maybe listened to too much Suzanne Vega. And she’s a bad screamer.
Woods doles out red herrings among the men, all of them mildly creepy. They include Tony Perkins as an enigmatic: private detective; Chris Rydell, son of director Mark, as Arquette’s too devoted brother; D.W. Moffett as her too charming boyfriend; and Will Patton as a police inspector. Perkins, in particular, is enjoyable in what was his final role. (He died of complications of AIDS in September.) He darts about in a trench coat, discussing crucial evidence with a devil-may-care breeziness.