David Hyde Pierce is as the title implies, the perfect host. His table has every knife and fork exactly where it belongs. The gourmet dinner is to be served at precisely at 8:30 with all the right side dishes. The doorbell rings and John Taylor, who has just robbed a bank and walked by Warwick Wilson's(Pierce's) house and by looking in the mailbox has assumed the identity of someone named on a postcard is able to con his way in.
The two play cat and mouse with each other over the course of the evening with some surprising twists and turns along the way. It is sort of a low rent Hitchcock wannabe without the genius of the master director. After about an hour the plot becomes too far fetched to make any sense but Pierce is good enough to make The Perfect Host watchable.
The two play cat and mouse with each other over the course of the evening with some surprising twists and turns along the way. It is sort of a low rent Hitchcock wannabe without the genius of the master director. After about an hour the plot becomes too far fetched to make any sense but Pierce is good enough to make The Perfect Host watchable.