This movie pales in comparison to the Jack Ketchum book. It's also one of those weird, anachronistic movies in that it's supposed to be in the 60's but there are cordless phones, SUV's in the background shots, more modern toilets and televisions. Also, the actor who portrays Ray Pye (Marc Senter) is like a cross between Crispin Glover and Charlie Rocket, not at all threatening.
The strongest aspect of the movie are all the female characters, from his tag-along white trash girlfriend to Robin Sydney as a girl he becomes obsessed with and Katie Cassidy as another victim, seen last year as Ruby on the tv show SUPERNATURAL.
But whenever Ray Pye appears on screen it made me laugh as he's anything but threatening. There's also this weird sound effect of flies buzzing when we see him, which I suppose is to emphasize his relationship with death/rot but it only bugged me.
If you're a fan of the book or a fan of author Jack Ketchum you will be very disappointed in this lame adaptation.