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Eye of the Beholder

Hey, everyone. Tonight I watched an older movie called Eye of the Beholder. It is a strange tale and a bit depressing. Ewan McGregor stars as a surveillance expert named Stephen Wilson. He is assigned to monitor a government official who is doing questionable things with questionable people. Coincidentally, this official picks up an attractive woman, Joanna Eris (Ashley Judd) on the same day that this surveillance started.
Ashley is a disturbed young woman and Stephen watches in horror as she murders this complete stranger. In fact, Stephen has been bouncing a laser beam off a window and has full audio and video of the crime.  Of course, he has his own mental problems. He is smothered with guilt for his lost daughter, whose 'ghost' appears to him almost constantly. She tells her dad that the murderess needs his help, during one of his hallucinations.
Surprisingly enough, Ewan starts to watch over the woman, even quitting his job so he can do so more effectively. He follows her across the U.S., helping her evade cops and even killing for her. I don't know that he fell in love with her as much as he felt he was making up for his failures as a parent by helping this lost soul.
No, I haven't told you the whole movie, just the first part of a gripping story. In my opinion, Ashley Judd is one of the most talented actresses of her  generation and Ewan McGregor does a fine job as well. If it wasn't so tragic, I would rate it as 5 stars out of 5, but it is sort of depressing so I'd call it 4 stars. That is possibly unfair because I don't really like sad movies. Try it some time, when you feel like a good cry.
Just last week, I saw where there was a female serial killer( of men) arrested in the western U.S. Perhaps this bit of news caused someone to dig this film out of the archives (1999) and play it on satellite. Because Joanna is indeed a serial killer and fulfills some sort of need by racking up the score.
   From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.

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