After Hours (1982)

“He’s on patrol… you're on the run.” He was the night guard no one relieved, left to freeze to death in his booth. Ten years later, the security lights still flicker, the gates still creak—and The Nightwatcher is making his rounds. With a flashlight weighted to kill and chains of padlocks in hand, he patrols dark hallways, hunting trespassers after midnight. The only rule is simple: you won’t survive the shift. Rated R – flashlight bludgeonings, lock-and-chain strangulation, and night-shift terror. "An inaccurate portrayal of the important job of a security officer." –Security Guard Monthly “With the seductive tracking shots and the repetitive music, the film stops and starts so many times before anything happens that the bogeyman’s turning up just gets to be a nuisance.” – Pauline Kille "The kind of ride where some people puke and others can’t wait to get on again.” – Roger Eggbert