Storyline
So, Woman of the Hour drops you right into the weird, glitzy world of 1970s game shows, but it’s got a pitch-black underbelly. Cheryl Bradshaw is just looking for a good time on TV, maybe a little romance, nothing too wild. She picks this guy—Rodney Alcala—funny, slick, classic bachelor number 3. But, whoa, nobody knows this dude’s actually a total monster. Like, we’re talking legit serial killer hiding in plain sight, turning on the charm for the cameras while his real life is a complete nightmare. The movie dances between the bright lights of The Dating Game and the jaw-dropping horror of what Rodney was actually up to. It’s creepy, honestly, how someone so messed up can seem so normal on national TV. And Cheryl? She basically dodged a bullet, no joke. It’s got all the retro weirdness, but the tension’s real—makes you think twice about trusting a pretty face. This one’s not your standard true crime flick—it’s got teeth.
