What's that smell? Good lord, it's this Molly Ringwald vehicle, wherein the long-faded star plays a classical radio station DJ(!) with an obsessed fan.

How obsessed? Well, he's killing off anyone who may have even the slightest negative thing to say about her. His M.O.: Poison, placed in a rare red wine. And he always leaves Molly's radio show playing on the radio when he does his deeds. And from this ultimately sketchy bit of police work, the cops' "hunch" leads them to the radio station to protect poor little Molly, who is obviously somehow involved in all this.

Director Douglas Jackson does his darnedest to keep you guessing as to the identity of the killer. Is it her DJ co-worker? Is it her new boyfriend? Is it the cop? Or is it someone else entirely who you never even see until the last 10 minutes of the movie? Far be it for us to spoil the surprise...

At least one thing can be said about Requiem for Murder's realism: Ringwald comes off as so morose and wooden, she really does sound like a classical music DJ. Kudos.