You always used to be
able to tell the villains in Disney movies 'cos they were ugly, but in the
land of the thriller, the reverse is true: the prettier a character, the
more likely she is to a) be evil, and b) often shag like a Viagra-stuffed
bunny too -- the two may be connected. Pressly is very, very pretty.
Hence, she is also very, very evil, and I needn't spell out more specifics.
She chews her way through the family whom she blames for...er, well, it's
never quite clear why she opts for revenge on her former best
friend, though who cares when she gets to wear some fabulous costumes. 'Cos
she now works as a dominatrix, see, so it's not gratuitous at all. Honest!
[Well, no more so than the pic on the right...] Pressley is
pretty good, degenerating from doll-like innocence to Callisto-like
psychosis, in a way that's way more appealing than the prissy, All-American
family, for whom you feel nothing. Though the plot, and in particular the
climax, are mad as a hatter, it's a pleasant surprise to find an "erotic
thriller" which manages to do okay on both fronts.