Released in 1960—the same year as Psycho and Michael Powell’s Peeping Tom—this pervy low-budget thriller stars Corey Allen and a babyish Warren Oates as drifters who arrive in LA, follow a statuesque blond (Kate Manx) back to her home in the Hollywood Hills, and spy on her from the vacant house next door, waiting for the right moment to rape her. Leslie Stevens, a TV writer directing his debut feature, pays homage to Hitchcock in the dialogue and, in like fashion, gives his heroine a complicating psychological wrinkle: neglected by her workaholic husband and starved for attention, she’s easy prey when Allen’s character, a smooth-talking menace, appears at her door posing as a down-and-out landscaper. Stevens shot the movie in ten days at his own home, casting his wife in the lead and drawing a gentle, appealing performance from Manx in her first big-screen role. He would go on to create the sci-fi anthology series The Outer Limits; she would divorce him and commit suicide at age 34.