This is another dumb movie starring Sharon Stone.
In this one, Stone plays Angela Anderson. Angela is a sexually repressed artist who is obsessed with scissors. When she is attacked in an elevator by a man with a red beard, her neighbor, Alex (Steve Railsback), comes to her rescue. Alex is an actor who lives with his twin brother, the bitter and wheelchair-bound Cole (Steve Railsback, again.) When Angela finds herself locked in an apartment with a dead man (who has been stabbed with a pair of scissors and who has a red beard), who is responsible? According to the dead man’s pet raven, it’s Angela. “You killed him, you killed him,” the bird keeps saying. But could it also have something to do with Angela’s obviously evil psychiatrist (Ronny Cox) and his politician wife (Michelle Phillips)?
This extremely ill-thought attempt at Hitchcockian suspense came out after Total Recall increased Sharon Stone’s profile but before Basic Instinct made her (briefly) a superstar. Scissors, much like the later Intersection, is a film where Sharon Stone attempts to show that she really can act by playing a repressed character. Instead, Scissors just reveals how limited Sharon Stone’s range was. For all of the film’s attempts to duplicate Repulsion, Stone is never believable as someone on the verge of a nervous breakdown. To her credit, Stone does try really hard, which is more than can be said for anyone else in the cast. Railsback, normally a good actor, can barely summon up enough interest in the material to play one character, let alone two. To buy what Scissors selling, it is necessary to believe that someone would come up with an elaborate scheme to drive Angela crazy but would still be careless enough to accidentally leave a door open at a key moment.
Dumb. Just dumb.