Perry Kate Very very predictable, including the post credit scene !!!

Tockinit not horrible nor great

Breakinger A Brilliant Conflict

Dirtylogy It's funny, it's tense, it features two great performances from two actors and the director expertly creates a web of odd tension where you actually don't know what is happening for the majority of the run time.

Michael Ledo PLOT SPOILER REVIEW As a child Cathy (Christine Moore) suffered from a jump rope accident. As an adult cello player she has constant flashbacks and has conflicting supernatural entities telling her to "Go home Cathy" and "Don't go home." Her fiancée is the cheating Bob (Gary Warner) model photographer. She is ready to give up her career and dedicate her life to him.Okay, the plot spoiler part is that the film is an early version of "Final Destination." One horror scene had me in stitches, when mom is on a stretcher with a blade in her chest plus horror blood. She turns her head and says, "Go home Cathy." I lost it at that point. I liked the old cars and did you catch they used the words "type set" before "font" became popular. Mom irons and cooks in the kitchen, what we called multi-tasking.Debbie Rochon in an uncredited cameo.Brief sex and nudity (Christine Moore, Annie Grindlay, Ruth Collins)

Woodyanders Troubled young lady Cathy (a sympathetic performance by the attractive Christine Moore) is haunted by visions of horribly disfigured deceased people and flashbacks of her late abusive mother. Director Roberta Findlay, working from a convoluted, yet intriguing script by Ed Kelleher and Harriette Vidal, relates the absorbing offbeat story at a hypnotically gradual pace, does a sound job of crafting a spooky surreal atmosphere, makes fine use of gritty New York City locations, delivers a reasonable amount of gore as well as a pleasing sprinkling of tasty gratuitous female nudity (plus there's even a pretty hot soft-core sex scene), grounds the fantastic premise in a plausibly drab workaday urban reality, and tosses in a few inspired kinky touches for good sleazy measure. The okay acting from the competent no-name cast keeps this picture on track: Gary Warner as caring photographer boyfriend Bob, Marina Taylor as glamorous socialite Monica, Roy MacArthur as the creepy Desmond, Peter Oliver-Norman as sniveling wimp Steve, Nancy Groff as loyal gal pal fortune teller Rita, Tom Billett as dangerous psycho Leo "The Hammer," and Carissa Channing as sunny barmaid Sally. Ubiquitous East Coast exploitation cinema regular Ruth Collins has a small part as a model while indie horror scream queen Debbie Rochon pops up in an unbilled bit as a party guest. The surprise grim ending packs a startling punch. Ed French's grotesque make-up for the titular ghastly ghouls is quite freaky and impressive. Findlay's fairly polished cinematography provides several unnerving images. Walter E. Sear's shivery score hits the spine-tingling spot. A nicely quirky fright flick.

Liz Yorke I watched this movie at eight o'clock in the morning after being awake for two days. The front of the box hardly looked promising, but when I read the summary on the back, (She's into her boyfriend, Bob. Just like he's into Satan!) I realized that I had to give this movie a chance. Honestly, it must be one of the worst movies I've ever seen (and I am a fan of Plan 9 From Outer Space). There is plot but hardly a point. The scene when Bob asks "Orange you forgetting something?" made the whole movie worthwhile as well as a few other choice words I'll leave you to discover. I would honestly recommending watching it while you are a little overtired because it provides some laughs and a lot of confusion. Be prepared to giggle and scratch your head at the dialogue and scenarios. I agree with the chap above and gave it a ten. It's cinema at it's worst and that's something to be proud of.

Edam '99 This film freaks me out. It's cheaply made and incoherent but the muddle created disturbed me. Stripping, granny sex, lesbianism are all given a nod to. The stunts seem too real, when a girl is strangled with a skipping rope I believed it. A film to watch with your mates and a drink. Surreal content.