Review: Cathy’s Curse
Years after his father died in an horrific car crash,
Alan Scarfe moves his wife (Beverly Murray) and daughter Cathy (Randi Allen)
into his late father’s home. Cathy quickly becomes possessed with the evil spirit
of her dead Aunt (who also died in the car crash).
Bargain basement junk from Canada, this 1977 snoozer
directed by Frenchman Eddy Matalon (“Blackout”, with Robert Carradine
and Ray Milland) film rips off both “Carrie” and “The Exorcist”.
Easily one of the worst films I’ve seen in my 41 years on this planet, it might
even rival the same year’s “Exorcist II: The Heretic” for sheer
ineptitude. Although Beverly Murray and especially Alan Scarfe have gone on to
other things in the years since, you wouldn’t know it based on the “Troll
II”-level performances everyone gives here. Except “Troll II” had
the benefit of being (unintentionally) funny. Poor Ms. Murray is especially bad
here, swinging wildly between stilted and horribly overwrought, occasionally
within the same scene. I imagine the only way she and Scarfe got work after
this was because only 5 people saw it. As the title character, one-and-done
actress Randi Allen spends the entire film looking like a miserable little
shit. She’s not evil or creepy or sympathetic or charismatic…just a snotty
little turd who needs a ‘time out’. There’s one good – or at least amusing –
scene involving a freak-out in a bathtub, but the rest? Woof, though it sure
does get completely whack-a-doodle at the climax. I’m pretty sure Mick
Fleetwood gets vaporised at one point. Even then it’s still not entertaining,
just weird.
Truly and honestly one of the worst movies ever made.
It’s muddy-looking, has a horrible soundscape, a derivative plot, and shoddy
acting and direction. This is the pits. The screenplay is by the director
alongside Myra Clement (who seemingly never worked again) and A. Sens-Cazenave
(who is more prolific as an assistant director).
Rating: F
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