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THE CURSE (1987)
I mainly watched this movie to try and figure out how it spawned three sequels. I still have no idea, but it wasn't nearly as rotten as I was expecting. It loses its footing in the third act, but before we get there, an apology may be in order. Wil(l) Wheaton stars as a wide-eyed kid on the receiving end of pejorative abuse from his scripture-slinging whackjob of a father (I can understand blaming the scripture, but this guy is truly bent). Apparently, he wasn't doing much acting, as the Star Trek alumnus recently revealed that he was abused on the set of The Curse. The experience was so damaging, that he outright refuses to sign memorabilia relating to the film. Yikes. I'm sorry for halfway enjoying it?
Maybe I shouldn't apologize. After all, there are still fans who insist that Clownhouse is acceptable entertainment. For the record, this is not a hearty endorsement for Clownhouse. Good God, let's change the subject. Synopsis, save me! A meteor crashes on a farm, and the resultant astro-sludge seeps into the town's water supply. It isn't long before people and animals alike start acting bizarre. If that sounds familiar, it's because this is an adaptation of H.P. Lovecraft's "The Colour out of Space." You wouldn't be wrong for thinking The Curse is sorely lacking Nicolas Cage, but it compensates with an eerie atmosphere and a mostly galvanizing pace. While I've got your ear, I'll also recommend The Curse II: The Bite. For some ungodly reason, I own multiple copies of The Curse IV. And that, my friend, is just unfortunate.
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