Don't be fooled by a few selected scene sets and ethereal camera movement in the first 5 mins, this film is shite. vanessa redgrave must have been being fingered in a back room to agree to anything to do with this, it's pathetic. total waste of money and time and effort to even pick the bits of tesco onion rings out of your nails. please don't bother, just watch your dog have a wet dream instead. this guy the only on screen actor must be pretty bald because his hair is permanently fixed to his head in a kind of trying not but really edging towards a silverkrin mega streanth comb over, if i was him i'd have booked a travelodge double room with a hooker in toe in 30 seconds after stepping into this house, which looked like a wickford rare detached with dodgy double glazing and 88 stone brick effect. this is early 90's crappy b going on c horror crap and is more forgettable than my foreign earbashed fat sweaty east London bus ride home.
