Some films are so truly godawful they become hilarious and boy, this is one. There are so many wrong elements here, it's a film you need to see for yourself - I am thinking of having a viewing party!
Joan Collins - always a narcissistic performer - is at her most am-dram while Ralph Bates and Eileen Atkins share laughable Italian accents - "possessed by the Dayvel" - as her husband and nun-in-law while Donald Pleasance just looks sad, probably thinking his career is over.
Collins and Bates' baby is evil, is it because of a curse by a demonic dwarf who danced with her in a strip club ? !
Shelf or charity shop? A film this awful is a definite keeper - worth it alone for the inclusion of a scene where Ralph Bates can't hang up his trim-phone properly - and it stayed in the film!!!
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