Michelle Pfeiffer stars as Claire, a dissatisfied housewife living a life of cozy luxury on the East Coast with a husband played by Harrison Ford, who works as a scientist possibly developing a new form of chloroform or paralyzing agent (major Oscarbate tip here - never trust a wealthy geneticist). Claire has recently watched her daughter leave home for college, making Claire regret some past decisions in her own life, suffocating her issues with pills and booze. Her stoned listlessness leads her into believing her house might be haunted, that their neighbor might be a murderer, and that her husband might be reasonably suspicious of cheating, or potentially worse. Looked upon as a clear labor of love for this filmmaker, WHAT LIES BENEATH could be viewed as one of the many homages to Hitchcock that most studio filmmakers seem to be contractually obligated to do at some point during their tenure in Hollywood. Instead, there are several factors that rescue this movie from its Home & Garden-magazine-thriller trappings, elevating this to the higher echelons of 90’s studio filmmaking. This movie was made while Zemeckis was in the middle of filming CAST AWAY, and while Tom Hanks grew out his burly beard, Zemeckis took the time to craft this spooky little number in the interim. Beyond the fact that this was literally something he made while he was bored, the movie contains some of the highest levels of craft and care of any studio release of that time. It is definitely a look or you’ll miss it type thing, but what he is doing with simple tracking shots and camera moves is nothing short of stunning, certainly worthy of the Master of Suspense’s beyond-the-grave admonishment.