The Sentinel

Synopsis: A fashion model moves into a house inhabited (on the top floor) by a blind priest. She begins having strange physical problems, has trouble sleeping at night, and has some nasty flashbacks of her attempted suicide. She complains to the real estate agent of the noise caused by her strange neighbors, but finds out that the house is only occupied by the priest and herself, and ultimately discovers that she has been put in the house for a reason.
Genre: Horror
Director(s): Michael Winner
Production: Universal Pictures
  4 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.4
Rotten Tomatoes:
58%
R
Year:
1977
92 min
440 Views


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To us our course by lot is given...

charge and strict watch,

that to this happy place...

no evil thing approach or enter in.

O Lord, you give us

strength and guidance...

to keep thy worlds

in the image of his truth.

Let no evil thing...

approach or enter in.

There is danger.

Toward the sun.

Action. Come on, girls.

Shake those heads.

Put feeling into it.

Thanks.

The living room.

Three bedrooms,

did you say?

And a maid's room and a bath.

You could use that for a child.

Do you have children?

No.

Uh, you are married?

Not yet.

Oh, Jesus, Alison!

Another unfurnished apartment.

Think of all the stuff you have to buy.

Well, at least I can get

a full-length mirror.

A what?

Just once...

I'd like to be able to check my clothes

without having to race Michael to the mirror.

She'll like this.

Your lady?

Say, are these the only closets

for this room?

What are you in,

menswear wholesale?

No, she's a model.

Are you in that line?

Modeling?

Well, you look kinda... well-dressed.

I'm a lawyer.

Uh, lawyers must spend

pretty heavy on clothes, huh?

How much is this one?

Save your money.

Marry Michael.

I will. Jenny, it's just that

I've been with him for two years...

ever since I got out of the hospital.

I just need some space.

I just need some space now.

is the least they'll take, huh?

Got people lining up.

Look, I need more room.

I wanna get married.

Happy marriages are made in

$1,000-a-month apartments.

Don't they dust in this place?

I'll let you know about it though.

Ah, people are standing

in line for this.

Where?

Don't call us, we'll call you.

Thank you.

Thanks. I'll call.

I still love him, Jenny.

I just need to get a place of my own.

I have to prove to myself

that I can take care of me.

Maybejust for a year or two, you know.

Maybejust for a year.

Is your hair lustrous?

Is your hair easy to manage?

Try using Glamour shampoo.

You're missing one of

my finer performances.

Yeah, I caught it

last night, thank you.

Tell me what one man can do

with 16 convertibles.

Get a lot of fresh air?

All bought...

with money embezzled...

from the Hudson Bank of Albany.

Will you get him off?

Depends if the judge

is a car freak.

Say, what do you say

we celebrate his going inside

by getting married?

Oh, Michael. Are you

gonna ask me that again?

Well, we've been

living together for...

for God knows how long.

Yeah, but I want to get

my own apartment.

Listen, you don't have

to get your own apartment.

We can still meet.

Oh, well, thank you very much.

Hello.

Yeah. Hi.

Yeah, just a minute.

It's Baltimore. It's your mom.

Hello, Mom?

- What's the matter?

- It's my father.

Severe migraine. Shock.

Perhaps we should go, Mary.

Mom, I just can't go.

Take one of these.

Best go without her.

Bye.

Bye-bye.

Good-bye, Alison.

See you at school tomorrow.

- Dad!

- Who the hell is that?

Get out of here!

I told you never to come in this place!

Get out of here! Get out!

Get out of this place!

I told you never again!

Get rid of that thing!

Get out of here!

- Jesus!

- Oh, my God.!

Are you going

to be all right here, Mom?

It'll be no worse.

Well, then why

did you stay with him?

I had nowhere to go.

Welcome back, Miss Parker.

Ah!

We must stop meeting like this.

How was it?

Awful.

Oh, hey...

Uh, every real estate agent

in town called you back.

Oh, good.

You're serious about

getting your own place?

I don't want to be left

with nowhere to go.

- What?

- Just something my mother said.

I'll be gone for a few days.

Long enough to defend

my convertible freak.

Hey!

Present.

Just to show you

I still love you.

And I love you.

Hello.

Hello. Is this Miss Logan?

Yes. Can I help you?

Yes, I'm inquiring about

the advertisement in today's paper.

The fully furnished apartment

in old Brooklyn house.

View of Manhattan skyline.

It's not gone yet, is it?

No.

Good. Can I come by?

Yes, of course.

Thank you.

Our questionnaire.

Also, we need another signature...

for our commission.

Then can I see the apartment?

Oh, I see no reason why not.

You'll be living alone?

Well, I'll have an occasional visitor.

Oh, a model?

Yeah.

Have I seen you on TV?

Is your hair lustrous

and easy to manage?

Oh, yes.

Shaking your hair in the fields.

Oh, it must be a glamorous profession.

I'm sure the landlord will approve.

From Baltimore?

Yes.

Hmm. How nice.

I find New Yorkers have no sense

for anything but sex and money.

Well, I guess there's

something to be said for that too.

It's one of the nicer

tree-lined blocks in New York...

and only 20 minutes

from the center of town.

Oh, and just around the corner

there's a supermarket

and a cleaners.

I'm sure you'll find it all

most convenient.

Shall we?

Oh, and you can keep

a bicycle here if you want.

The furniture fits beautifully.

I'm sure you'll agree.

Can I see the rest of it?

Oh, of course.

Note the utility and workmanship

of the items, Miss Parker.

Oh, I really like the view.

Oh, it's spectacular, isn't it?

How much did you say

this place was?

$500 a month.

Oh, I'm afraid

that's a bit too much.

I thought you said 500.

A $50 deposit

will be just fine.

Do you have a pen?

Uh, yes.

You've made an excellent choice,

Miss Parker.

Miss Logan?

Yes?

There is somebody staring at me

from that fifth floor window up there.

Oh, I'm sure you've

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Michael Winner

Robert Michael Winner (30 October 1935 – 21 January 2013) was an English film director and producer, and a restaurant critic for The Sunday Times. more…

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