Things start to happen. A fresh spate of killings begins, with identifiable trade marks and no apparent logic. Hobbes doesn't laugh. He's beginning to sense the presence of Edgar Reese. An ambitious plot implodes in the detail.
Supernatural behaviour has to make sense, even if the whole thing's off the wall.
Kazan's script takes a bunch of liberties with credulity and leaves his options hanging. Donald Sutherland, as Hobbes' boss, adds gravitas, but little else, while Goodman adds weight to the furniture, rather than the film. Washington needs to be stretched. He's growing fat on same-old. He needs lean meat.