Jeanne Donovan's welcome to L.A. quickly sours: hubby Glenn is hospitalized after a car accident, and then apartment-bound; the clearly disturbed super's son seems to be spying on her; her moody, brilliant, and ominously surly boss at Harvest Films taunts her; and the movie they're shooting, Dead Past, seems to have inspired the neighborhood serial killer, who's raping and stabbing hookers † la the movie script. The only bright spot is perfect neighbor Mark Bonner--who opens doors for Jeanne, chats up her husband, sells her a bargain car, and is ever on the spot when she needs help. Will Jeanne become the killer's next victim? Will cops Lopez and Parch save her? Many earnestly corny pages later, the killer will stalk Jeanne to a Griffith Park night-shoot, follow her home, abduct her, then proceed to act out the film's evil evening-picnic sequence--while husband Glenn interrogates the super's son, gleans A Clue, and alerts the cops, who track Jeanne and the fiend with a chopper and arrive in the nick. A drama-less melodrama, with surface only characters, no motivation to speak of, and a creepy, omnipresent aura of female exploitation.