The movie runs out of plot and jokes well before the end of a two-hour running time, long for a light comedy.

There are moments that feel comical, some horrific, and some downright inspiring but the tonal shifts hardly matter as the end results come to a film that's perfect for this time.

It's a good bad... and worth a popcorn matinée. While it's easy to lament what could have been...

It is a whirlwind of delight --- attractive actors, stunning couture, spectacular sets and outrageous parties.

Gary Cole's understated portrayal of a psychopathic alter-ego taking control of the daily ego is relentless, disturbing, and masterful. This (along with the fact that it's based on actual events) makes this movie worth viewing. Cole does not go all dramatic and tear up the scenery. In fact his *persona* (his personality mask) remains the same throughout his changes -- meticulous, thorough, rigid, controlling, polite. It's his soul that darkens and falls into this demonic abyss. Cole somehow communicates this transformation and makes us believe him (to our horror).It should be noted that the the police characters are all fictional, and they even seem fictional in the way they are portrayed. But for those of us who wondered how a "Base Commander" on a Canadian Armed Forces base could possible lead such a double life and be one person, Cole makes us see -- not comprehend but accept.

This is a pretty decent Lifetime Movie Network made-for-TV production. It's about a full colonel and base commander in the Canadian Air Force, Gary Cole, and how he begins sneaking about at night, burglarizing the houses of his neighbors, stealing women's panties first, then graduating to two rape/murders before finally being caught by the Provincial Police.When his wife isn't around, he dresses up in brassieres and underpants and takes pictures of himself in the mirror. This is truly disgusting. The occasional use of fishnet stockings and stiletto heels, which I use in front of a mirror when I'm imitating Judy Garland belting out show tunes, is tasteful and requires skill. But this pig deserves the two life terms he winds up with.What gets me is -- well, here is this apparently normal man in, say, his mid-40s, who has risen to the rank of full colonel, commands an entire Air Force base, has piloted around the Queen of England as well as other notables, yet carries about in his head this uncontrollable urge to commit these bizarre acts. How come nobody has found out about his trunk full of women's underwear that he's been schlepping around for years? Not even his wife seems to know about his quirks. It's almost unimaginable that this pathology should suddenly blossom out of nowhere, having left no tracks behind. How could no one notice? All right, he's a military man and shows a lot of self discipline. And indeed he does, cool under interrogation by the police, filled with concern about the impact of his exposure on the base personnel. And yet he's dumb enough to leave revealing tire tracks at the house of his last victim. And when he comes to the police station to be questioned, he removes his boots and leaves them in the hallway -- the boots that left prints at the victim's house. He may be a perfect pilot but he's a dumb perp who has never watched a cop show on TV.Gary Cole is pretty good. He's cooperative and unemotional. He cares about people. When he leads the police to the decomposing corpse of his last victim, he remarks, with apparent sincerity, "She was a nice kid." The detective-in-charge, Laura Harris, does a professional job, and she's supported by Rossif Sutherland, Kiefer's half brother. He has a marvelous tone in his voice but its expression is flat. He sounds the same whether he's comfortable or angry. Of the victims, Micheline Marchildon is memorable as the French Canadian who becomes the first dead body. She's a mere corporal, by the way, and lives alone in a very nice house off the base. I was a non-commissioned officer, the equivalent of a sergeant, and outranked her, yet I consistently found myself in a bunk that left barely enough room to roll over at night.There are an abundance of True Crime movies that are shot in Canada -- for reasons of economy, I presume -- and pretend to be located somewhere else. It's nice to see a Canadian movie that is shot in the same country in which the events took place. Many of these movies are fairly shoddy but this one doesn't waste much time on padding out the crime theme with casual meanders into dysfunctional families, fights between the colonel and his wife, excessive expressions of grief, and the like. It's better than that.

To be frank this movie doesn't really warrant a review so it will be a short one. The target audience for this 'straight to video' production is clearly not those that love quality movies, more likely bored stay at homes looking for some cheap thrills. The scenes involving the main actor and his victims are portrayed in a reveling manner, with the emphasis upon the suffering of the victim in the particular scene which invariably goes on too long. There is barely any character development to speak of. The relationships between characters are pretty much stereotypical - the loyal wife, the sad victim, the evil perpetrator, the honourable / incompetent policemen / women. In summary, avoid this film.

This is a the story of the Canadian Base Commander, Colonel Russel William in Southern Ontario, who first started collecting panties and bras in home break-ins, then advancing to holding woman hostage for his amusement, and then graduating to rape and finally murder. And yes, Lifetime presents us with yet another white male gone bad movie of the week. The main point of the story is that Commander Williams, is beyond reproach or even consideration as an unsub. He is even enlisted to help in the search and of course blames the crimes on some wood chucker (tree trimmer) who is a blue collar guy and the cops love him as a suspect because he looks like a suspect. They do not even consider the ramrod "correct" military commander as he is beyond suspicion. Ah, but those blue collar guys...they must have done it.Frankly, the movie showed how cops usually pick the wrong suspect but in this case luck out by finding tire tracks. One of the lady cops,from Toronto, checks on a possible victim, Jessica, only to miss the SUV parked nearby and is remorse she didn't get the plate number. Why should she? The tree trimmer is safely locked up. Lucky tho the Commander screws up and leaves some tire tracks, which almost did not get reported because he is the Canadian Base "commander". Respect his au THOR EH Tee.The base commander, played by Gary Cole and the cop played by Rossif Sutherland really have great nuanced performances. And the interrogation is more realistic than the "badgering cop" style so often depicted on TV.Where is the psychologist talking about fetish clothing and personification of the victim through clothing while acting out erotic fantasies? Guess he/she was on vacation.The pacing was good and the story told in a straight forward manner, and hard to believe it is an American film as it has "Made in Canada" stamped all over it as there is little action. Where are the police waving guns around, guns pointed at people, guns being fired, CSI special effects, more gun totting, cops yelling "get down on the ground" at the top of their lungs after they have consumed a dozen cans of Red Bull. Where is David Caruso pointing a gun at the suspect? Not here.This movie does take an analytic how-it-happened approach which simply tells the story. It reminds me more of Columbo or Monk episodes than police "action" dramas. Lifetime follows the movie up with a documentary, which is pretty much the movie without actors. An easy 3 hrs for Lifetime programming, but worth a view. When the ads say 'based on a true story' there will be little action, but a re-telling of events, hopefully as interesting as this movie. Thumbs up. It kept me home on a Saturdy night.