This is an ACTUAL line about an ACTUAL movie:

"The theatrical version has scenes that were removed or severely truncated for broadcast on American TV, due to nudity, sex, the use of real life dwarfs, mutilated and otherwise deformed people, and allegedly profane references to the Catholic Church."

Now, how does that sound out of context? It sounds like a fun Friday night to me.

Actually, the movie was pretty weird, in case you hadn't guessed. It's called "The Sentinel." I would be hard pressed to compare it to anything other than the movies that "inspired" it (as I understand it, The Sentinel was kind of a bandwagon horror film following the Exorcist and the Omen). It's absurdly bad at some points, and remarkably good at others, so I really don't know what my overall impression is.

The other mind boggling thing about the film is the number of small roles by actors who would go on to bigger things. The photographer with the unbuttoned shirt and the slight European accent? Jeff Goldblum. The detective's assistant who has three words in the whole movie? Christopher Walken. The TV commercial director with the Hitler moustache? Jerry Orbach. The demonic lesbian who never speaks? Beverly D'Angelo...

Speaking of which, how's this for great dialogue?
Alison: "So what do you both do for a living?"
Gerde: "We fondle each other."

Classic! I just don't know what to say about this one. It is equal parts "so bad it's funny," "so bad it's bad," "slightly interesting," "freaking scary," and "a little bit sexy" (Christina Raines, where have you been all my life? Oh, you're like, 55 now? Yea, um, sorry to bother you). So if you have a stomach for blood and bad dialog, you might want to rent this one. It should may you laugh, cringe, cover your eyes, and make you go, "Um... riiiiiiight."

P.S. - OK, even if it's 1977 and the apartment is sitting on the gate to hell, there is no freaking way that she could get it, fully furnished, for ony $400 a month. That's bullshit.