“Ah, the truth... so painful, yet so true...”
Really bad dogshit intended to showcase some breasts. I guess if you were fast-forwarding to get to the nudity, this might vaguely resemble a movie. At speed it is your typical low budget slog. Talking in rooms, going to other rooms, coming back and talking, investigating the basement like 9 times, questioning how the psychic seems to know things and, lord knows why, expecting her to break kayfabe like “Ope! Ya got me! I’m not really a psychic. This is how I know stuff I seemingly shouldn’t...” Like the one lady pulls that so much the ghost/demon is like “Oh, I see what’s going on here... you’ve got a real dumb way of flirting and you’re all horned up for this psychic.” They find a diary full of exposition. On and off possessions. A couple kinda funny joke lines. Oh, Eric Estrada is a horny priest who isn’t at the haunted house for most of the movie. You get a good makeup effect creature at the end but too little too late.
Like, just watch an Amityville porn parody instead.
