The bad seed of Cathy’s Curse — a French-Canadian rip-off of The Exorcist, The Omen and/or Carrie — is young Cathy Gimble (Randi Allen, in her lone industry credit). Immediately upon moving with her parents into Dad’s childhood home, little Cathy becomes possessed by the spirit of her aunt, who died as a child in an auto accident.
Thus, the snot-nosed brat starts doing things that all grade-schoolers do: moving things with her mind, channeling demon voices, trying to poke out the eyes of playmates, killing her nanny, willing worms to appear on your food, causing hallucinations of snakes and spiders, chiding elderly alcoholics, cursing like a sailor and asking for fruit snacks every five minutes. (Okay, so I made that last one up.)
Because it’s all so nonsensical (oh, and French-Canadian), the film by Eddy Matalon (Blackout) comes across as fairly funny. There are no true scares to be found within it, but I will admit to having a lifelong creep-out to scenes of dolls that move, and damned if Cathy’s Curse doesn’t have a couple of those. —Rod Lott