Holstra
Boring, long, and too preachy.
Dynamixor
The performances transcend the film's tropes, grounding it in characters that feel more complete than this subgenre often produces.
Phillida
Let me be very fair here, this is not the best movie in my opinion. But, this movie is fun, it has purpose and is very enjoyable to watch.
Parker Lewis
The Plumber is more than a movie about a plumber, although he (portrayed by Australian-Latvian actor Ivar Kants with much relish) is a central character along with the academic couple. The tension/psychological warfare is between the plumber and one-half of the academic couple, played by Judy Morris. Robert Coleby, the other half, seems quite oblivious to what's going on around him.The movie takes an honest look at the class tensions here, especially in the town and gown aspect. When you think about it, it's interesting to ponder the separation of classes, like would say a plumber marry an architect? Maybe. I would like to know where the university housing for the academic couple was filmed. It really shows the times.I'm not sure why the plumber targets the Judy Morris character, and maybe we'll never know. The ending was a bit too contrived and too simplistic. I think the plumber's legal aid lawyer would have a field day poking holes through the prosecution's case again him for theft. Perhaps there should be a sequel called Son of Plumber starring a distant relative of say Christopher Plummer as this would be a nice play on words I guess.
mzahra17
Hi, My name is Mark Zara I was one of the members of a South Australia band called Static. In the 70,s we were gathering a following in Adelaide playing pubs ,clubs and large venue,s and were approached to write a few songs for the film.After putting the songs together in a short time,we went into a recording studio and laid down 3 tracks Unfortunately the songs can only be heard on the plumbers radio while he,s working, and even then it,s you can barely hear it. At lest we got a credit at the end of the film I,d didn't see the film until the mid 1980,s a didn't think it was much of a horror movie, I found it laughable in parts hope I gave some help Mark
ThrownMuse
A married graduate student takes some time off to work on her thesis and play housewife to her doctor husband while living in a University apartment complex. One day, a plumber shows up unannounced claiming he needs to do routine maintenance but ends up making a terrible mess of her bathroom. Soon, she finds the plumber is always around, a bit snoopy, and may have ulterior motives. The Plumber is pretty good, especially considering it was apparently a TV movie, but it is a bit on the dull side. As seems to be a theme with Mr. Weir, this film explores the concept of The Other within the framework of a horror-thriller. I'd argue this is even more successful to me than Wave or Paris were, perhaps because it's main focus was on two individuals. It explores both sides and the ambiguity serves the narrative instead of causing confusion.
rwint
Little known Australian gem that takes the old 'girl stalked by psycho' theme and gives it a fun twist with some astute social commentary. A highly intellectual, educated women suddenly finds herself being manipulated by a slovenly, low class plumber. She is an expert at primitive cultures, yet is unable to deal with her own 'civilized' culture. As he tears away at her bathroom, he also tears away at the line that seperates the classes. Playfully pokes at everything from how much control one really has on their enviroment, to how vulnerable we ALL are and how no one is really that far removed or 'above' anyone else. Also aptly displays how our social mores, customs, and status are only their as long as everyone respects them. Yet the best thing about this sleeper is how everyone, including her friends and husband, are so caught up in their own little worlds that they cannot fully fathom the extent of her fear. Bringing to light the old adage of us all having our own 'private hell'. Mono sound and a bit of a 'cop out' ending are the only detractions.
