Housebound, made nearly a decade ago and just now receiving distribution in the US under the vague title "Kitchen Privileges", is about a rape victim who is so traumatized that she has turned agoraphobic and refuses to leave her house. Soon, she gets a tenant who may or may not be a serial killer, but his charm and wittiness causes her to love again and slowly regain her ability to step outside of her house. Things get complicated as the evidence piles up more and more towards her roommate and his potential serial killing hobby. The film tries to be unique and is actually well written, but it also tries to go for the whole Quentin Tarantino theme of over-abundance of talking and no action, which can work or fail miserably, in which case is does here. The American packaging has you believe that this film is about ghosts and shit, which is very far off from what we are given, which is a pretty boring film that makes a great attempt at being unique, but it could never keep my interest, sorry to say.