No, I’m not insulting your mother with that summary. That golden prose is actually uttered (poorly) by Cathy’s drunk driving father to his psychic/psychotic child in the first five minutes of the film. It’s a pretty good encapsulation of what you’re getting yourself into.

Amazingly, I forced some friends to watch this and they actually made it to the end. Unfortunately, some of them only squeezed by, relieving their frustration by punching chairs, screaming into pillows and then, when all else failed to relieve their seething rage, they physically attacked me. Lets just say, I’m not allowed to pick the movies at the video store anymore. Along with the freakish “Pieces” and Doris Wishman’s “A Night to Dismember”, this film is basically the worst horror film ever made. That might be a pretty bold statement, but Cathy’s Curse is a pretty bold movie. The car crash at the beginning of the film is so poorly shot and edited, it will probably give some of you seizures.

Of course the only way to watch this film is on the worst print you can find. I strongly suggest the Brentwood release. The full-frame, non-pan and scan makes the dialogue even more hilarious when it’s coming from talking noses at opposing ends o the screen.