From his secret perch in the cherry tree, Rob watches a murder next door and then narrowly escapes becoming the killer's next victim. . . all while his family is preoccupied by the last minute frenzy of sister Darcy's big wedding. Wedding or no, you'd think that finding old lady Calloway hanged in the cherry tree would make more of an impression on Rob's folks, and even the last minute explanations about heroin dealing don't really convince us that Darcy's old boyfriend would put strychnine in Rob's fried chicken. Ultimately the premise wears thin, but this backyard melodrama exudes an aura of freaky and facile menace that keeps you hanging on.