Thad Beaumount has buried his alter ego George Stark, a pseudonym he used when writing fiction of a dark nature than he would using his real name.
When a local man is killed, evidence leads Sheriff Pangborn to George's grave, and he begins to suspect Thad.
Thad is beginning to have visions of sparrows flying, something that hasn't occurred for twenty-three years since he had brain surgery. As the string of gruesome murders continue, someone claiming to be George Stark starts calling Thad on the phone.
Thad fears for his family's safety, and Pangborn can't decide whether or not Thad is the murderer.....
Another year in the nineties, and another generic Stephen King adaptation hits the screen. For every Shawshank, Misery, and Dolores Claiborne, you get a Lawnmower Man, Sleepwalkers, Langoliers, and this.
Hutton is great as Thad and his Doppelgänger, but as expected, the bad guy is more enjoyable, has lots of funny one liners and is hardly in it.
The rest of the film has Michael Rooker not shaking hands with Hutton one mi ute and then getting him beer the next.
And while all this is happening, there are lots and lots of sparrows flying around the place.
Romero starts the film off very promising, but as soon as Stark is introduced, the film, despite Stark being the highlight of the film, goes down the toilet.
If you are a King enthusiast, go ahead, ruin your day.