by Riley Sager.

Apologies to Ira Levin. Guessed the plot a third of the way in. And. As an homage to Rosemary’s Baby in a faux Dakota building, not even close. None of the spine-tingling psychological characterizations. More a Rogue’s gallery of two-dimensional caricatures. A touristy terror tale of Central Park West and the Park. So. Very summer light.