Someone's stalking Brenda Walsh. Someone else, I mean. He fucking stabs her, but they catch his ass, charge him with assaulting a megahottie, and send him to jail. Ten years later he's still locked up, but somehow he manages to frame Brenda's husband for rape! He tells her too, which in the real world would be the end of the story right there. Seriously, what does it cost to get someone shawshanked in the pen? A pack of smokes? All Brenda needs to do is have a little chat one of his fellow inmates and I'm sure this situation could be resolved in a few hours. That's not what happens though. Instead, she lets him blackmail her, helps him get paroled, and he starts stalking her again! Before long the bad guy frames Brenda for offing a stripper, and meanwhile her husband is about to get murdered in prison, but just when things look their worst they decide to wrap it all up in two seconds! We don't even get to see the bad guy get caught- this detective is just like "Oh yeah, we picked him up at the airport." What the fuck? I really thought this movie was gonna punk us with the biggest non-ending of all time, but then the stalker escapes from two hilariously incompetent cops and kidnaps the husband, so Brenda has no choice but to run a gigantic spike through his skull. Jason Voorhees would be so proud.