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Mort Rainey, Johnny Depp, a writer, discovers his wife, Amy, Maria Bello, in a motel room with her lover Ted Miner, Timothy Hutton. Six months later, his life ruined, Mort is holed up in a cabin by a lake; Amy and Ted are living in his old house, and his only companion is his elderly dog. He has writer's block, he just wants to sleep and mooch around. He's a mess. And then a stranger turns up at his door, a man from Mississippi called John Shooter, John Turturro. Shooter claims Mort plagiarised one of his stories, a story Mort called Secret Window; Mort denies it, but Shooter is insistent and he's sinister. Mort hires a private detective, Charles S. Dutton, to protect him, but things go from bad to worse. This moody suspense film is adapted from a novella by Stephen King, so you pretty much know what to expect up to and including the twist in the tail. Writer-director David Koepp, though saddled with material which is a bit thin for a feature film, provides plenty of Hitchcockian touches - like the moment when the strap of Mort's watch gets caught in the gear shift of a car about to crash over a cliff - and the music score by Philip Glass evokes the kind of music Bernard Herrmann used to write for Hitch. But the main reason to see Secret Window is Johnny Depp, who cleverly and very convincingly plays the eccentric writer who wears his ex-wife's dressing gown, talks to himself, and has a strange facial tic - and whose entertaining performance adds enormously to the enjoyment of this light-weight thriller.