Been having troubles writing this review for Cathy's Curse, a Canuxploitation potboiler of staggering import. Or not. Severin Films probably doesn't care where the movie ranks or what it is really, and maybe they shouldn't. Is it a harebrained take on Audrey Rose? The Exorcist? Or a five-and-dime take on The Omen? Is it full of artful shots and a malignant moppet? Or crappy performances and an After School Special budget? Can it be all these things and more? And why haven't you ordered it yet?
Ancient flashbacks reveal a poor girl, killed cruelly in a fiery car crash. Cut to 1980s Montreal (yeah you right baby) as a cute family moves into a lovely home, more or less haunted by the girl killed in the car crash. (If you think that's a spoiler, leave the room now, please.) Soon enough, dear Cathy (Randi Allen) gets the old curse when she finds a terrifying portrait and diseased doll in the attic. The adults call Cathy's new doll a "filthy rag," inciting the girl to fits of rage such as summoning five rats, three snakes and a tarantula to torture her decrepit grand-paw, whom she otherwise forces to binge-drink whisky. Cool kid.
While director Eddy Matalon and cinematographer Jean-Jacques Tarbès may summon more than a few artfully composed shots and delightfully odd set pieces, their whack-job of a movie ultimately fails to grasp that for which it reaches; with right-off-the-street performances being the principal reason for this shortfall. Mary Morter as the Medium-cum-family-friend overseeing their occult transition into this new abode is particularly wooden, and though you can tell that the character and actress both REALLY FEEL FOR this family, you'd probably be better off having SIRI read the lines. Cathy's dad (Alan Scarfe) is not much better. As a performer, he seems teleported in from a Baby Powder commercial.
But what you and I look for here is present in significant enough quantity to make this Blu-ray a no-brainer for the shelf. In other words, if when you think of '80s Canadian Horror, more than David Cronenberg comes to mind, you're in the right place. Cathy's Curse is artful, well photographed, and equally whacked-out and stupid. So let's let the little possessed girl bitch and moan and force her granddad to get blind drunk. The Devil made her do it! "Doncha like it, dear old Paul?" Yes, yes, Paul does, and so do we. Highly Recommended.