Critic Reviews

Stalker is the kind of show that will have you checking the locks on your door--and changing­ your Facebook status to “guarded­ by rabid pitbulls.”

Maggie Q and McDermott are competent, if not terribly interesting actors, and that about sums up the series as well.

Stalker won't get the kind of respect "Dexter" did, in part because it is more overtly cheezy in the generic showbiz way.

Q was great fun in “Nikita,” but here she and her castmates are stranded amid a tired series of cliches, hitched to a vehicle built on the hope “Criminal Minds” viewers will be too lazy or inert to push a button.

There’s something desperate and torture porny about this show.

Stalker at best is an unsavory blend of violent crime, voyeurism and by-the-book preachments just in case you aren’t getting its “messages.”

The show comes from Kevin Williamson, who created the more equal-opportunity torture porn "The Following," which at least has a literary sheen and some effective scares. Here there are just trope.

From the time the first ghost story was told around some fire, people have enjoyed a good fright — but the prevailing feeling being provoked here is less one of terror than of abject despair.

Save yourself. Run from Stalker.

Stalker is pure terror porn from Kevin Williamson, who gave us the Scream horror-movie franchise.