Superstition
February 16th 2007 00:11
This is a guilty pleasure of mine. I first saw it on VHS not too many years after its release in 1982. I found the VHS again on eBay, as it had not yet been released on DVD (it has now under the title The Witch). It’s a Canadian slasher flick in the guise of a witch-ghost-haunted-house movie.
Sure, it’s cheesy and low-brow with simple plotting, dodgy acting and uneven production values. But there’s also a tone and atmosphere which permeates the film that gives it an edge many other films of its kind from that period simply lacked.
Superstition is set in a New England town, with almost the entire action taking place in an ominous looking house beside a dark pond. A couple of teenage pranksters scare a couple making out in a car near the house. They are both dispatched by a cackling spectre (one has his decapitated head explode in a microwave, while the other is cut in half by a fierce sash window).
The evil lies dormant, and when a young man of the cloth recovers a cross from the pond the evil is fully awakened. The house is owned by the church and they are dead set on sub-letting. In move a family of five (curious young boy, two buxom teenage daughters, dreary mom and alcoholic dad), with the reverend at hand to make sure the change-over is smooth and trouble-free (he’s aware of the house’s history, but the witchery is brought to his attention by the nearby hag).
With the witch loose all Hell comes raining down on home and family, and anyone else caught in the cross-Hell-fire, including an elder priest who has a 16” circular buzz saw plough right through his chest and out the other side!
Yup, this film is gung-bloody-ho the for the whole concise 80-odd minutes. And what makes it that little bit more interesting is its nihilism, take-no-prisoners approach. Basically, everyone bites the dust. They’re hanged, nailed, sliced, ripped, pierced or thrown around like a rag doll. All the while the dark vengeful witch cackles away.
There’s a little pre-history for extra mileage. The young reverend dips into one of the local archival publications and we get a flashback to 1692 when Elondra Sharack is crucified for being a witch in front of the villagers. There’s no doubt she is one for she stamps her profane existence quite convincingly as the daughter of Satan in classic 80s demonic style (super-low-pitch voice and pulsating flesh). Into the pond she goes with the cross thrown in for good measure!
Director James W. Roberson wisely keeps the identity of the witch hidden for the entire film, except for her silhouette and those long black talon hands. Sounds risible, but it works. There are some genuinely suspenseful moments with victims being stalked and grabbed by the large spindly witch claws. What helped, unintentionally, was the dark cinematography being further “enhanced” by the murky VHS copy I watched it on.
There’s not much in the dialogue or acting stakes to lift this flick above average, it’s more the unholy powers of the witch and the overwhelming shroud of control she possesses which makes this movie a real hoot. No one is safe. Not even the men of God. Seems Ms. Sharack might have been telling the truth when she claimed ol’ Beelzebub was responsible for her conception.
Superstition is probably best enjoyed with several friends stacked around the sofa, a large tub of popcorn and plenty of beer, so you can all jeer and guffaw at the girls’ fashion (long legs and hideous short shorts), the resident mute and peering hag, and the ever-so-slightly unnerving Elondra as she spits and leers from the giant crucifix.
This movie provided some genuine shocks and frights when I was an adolescent. I remember them fondly, even if the movie doesn’t hold up like I had hoped. Perhaps Elondra will surface again one dark night …
* images on this page are courtesy of www.horror.com
Sure, it’s cheesy and low-brow with simple plotting, dodgy acting and uneven production values. But there’s also a tone and atmosphere which permeates the film that gives it an edge many other films of its kind from that period simply lacked.
Superstition is set in a New England town, with almost the entire action taking place in an ominous looking house beside a dark pond. A couple of teenage pranksters scare a couple making out in a car near the house. They are both dispatched by a cackling spectre (one has his decapitated head explode in a microwave, while the other is cut in half by a fierce sash window).
The evil lies dormant, and when a young man of the cloth recovers a cross from the pond the evil is fully awakened. The house is owned by the church and they are dead set on sub-letting. In move a family of five (curious young boy, two buxom teenage daughters, dreary mom and alcoholic dad), with the reverend at hand to make sure the change-over is smooth and trouble-free (he’s aware of the house’s history, but the witchery is brought to his attention by the nearby hag).
With the witch loose all Hell comes raining down on home and family, and anyone else caught in the cross-Hell-fire, including an elder priest who has a 16” circular buzz saw plough right through his chest and out the other side!
Yup, this film is gung-bloody-ho the for the whole concise 80-odd minutes. And what makes it that little bit more interesting is its nihilism, take-no-prisoners approach. Basically, everyone bites the dust. They’re hanged, nailed, sliced, ripped, pierced or thrown around like a rag doll. All the while the dark vengeful witch cackles away.
There’s a little pre-history for extra mileage. The young reverend dips into one of the local archival publications and we get a flashback to 1692 when Elondra Sharack is crucified for being a witch in front of the villagers. There’s no doubt she is one for she stamps her profane existence quite convincingly as the daughter of Satan in classic 80s demonic style (super-low-pitch voice and pulsating flesh). Into the pond she goes with the cross thrown in for good measure!
Director James W. Roberson wisely keeps the identity of the witch hidden for the entire film, except for her silhouette and those long black talon hands. Sounds risible, but it works. There are some genuinely suspenseful moments with victims being stalked and grabbed by the large spindly witch claws. What helped, unintentionally, was the dark cinematography being further “enhanced” by the murky VHS copy I watched it on.
There’s not much in the dialogue or acting stakes to lift this flick above average, it’s more the unholy powers of the witch and the overwhelming shroud of control she possesses which makes this movie a real hoot. No one is safe. Not even the men of God. Seems Ms. Sharack might have been telling the truth when she claimed ol’ Beelzebub was responsible for her conception.
Superstition is probably best enjoyed with several friends stacked around the sofa, a large tub of popcorn and plenty of beer, so you can all jeer and guffaw at the girls’ fashion (long legs and hideous short shorts), the resident mute and peering hag, and the ever-so-slightly unnerving Elondra as she spits and leers from the giant crucifix.
This movie provided some genuine shocks and frights when I was an adolescent. I remember them fondly, even if the movie doesn’t hold up like I had hoped. Perhaps Elondra will surface again one dark night …
* images on this page are courtesy of www.horror.com
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Comment by KylieW
Celebrity Obsession
If it's the same movie I'm thinking of, it scared the bejesus out of me. It was great!!!
Comment by Bryn
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Comment by JohnDoe
Film & TV on DVD
Keep the forgotten schlock coming