You Wouldn't Believe The Fun That Was Had, Once We Got Back To Our Room!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                 The room was sumptuous, and spacious.  We had a huge bed, a chair, an ottoman, TV, a stunning view of the courtyard, and a bathroom of glamour, with all kinds of beauty products.  I used a conditioner cream rinse on my hair, that had me emerging from the shower, the next morning, feeling like Gene Tierney!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                   But that evening, David and I had such fun!  Now, I am not one to kiss and tell, girls, but you have GOT to hear this.

                                    We turned on the TV and when we reached the Lifetime Channel, discovered it was Psycho Movie Weekend.  So, I started out watching "Psycho Nurse," which was such fun, even if its template was "The Hand That Rocks The Cradle."

                                      Lyndon Smith, a Jennifer Connelly wannabe, plays Gwen an "Angel Of Death Nurse," who starts out by killing patients in a hospital.  Now, you have to remember, this is the Lifetime Channel, so there is no immorality or logic.  And certainly no--GASP!!!!!!!!--homosexuality, and lesbianism!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                        Apparently, hospitals were getting wise to Gwen, so she hires out to a family needing a live in nurse, as they have a little boy with Muscular Dystrophy.  The kid and Gwen bond, but not before she gets the hots for Daddy, wants this family for herself, and goes about getting it.
She rigs--now this is low--the kid's crutch, so it breaks and he falls.  He is OK, but she manages to pin the blame on the mother.  The mother begins to look pale and ill, because Gwen is systematically drugging her to death.  Nice, huh?

                                           Of course, the mother catches on.  The nasty psycho nurse makes the mother think she is holding the boy in a house, which seems to be a piece of real estate property, that the mother looks after.  Admitting the boy is not there, but at his physical therapy session, where he should be, Gwen sets about killing the mother, but the tables are turned, and Gwen ends up being dead.  Goodbye, "Psycho Nurse."

                                             The mother is not charged, no one even knows if Gwen's body is found, because the film fades out on a happy family reunited.

                                                The film should have been more campy.  As Gwen, Lyndon Smith should have worn one of those white, clingy short skirt  nurses outfits, with matching cap, while wielding a hypodermic needle in one hand, and beaming a sadistic grin.  I would rather have seen her go through the hospital, rather than entrap a family, but, obviously she had issues--a distant cousin of Peyton Flanders.

                                                   After this, the only nurses I will trust are my mother, and now my sister!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                   But what a Psycho Good Time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!