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Nothing else in this schlocky horror-thriller comes anywhere close to matching its cheerfully grotesque opening. Harold, a white-bearded Bible-quoting hellfire fanatic (played by Bruce Davison), is presiding over a last supper; his wife and teenage daughters look terrified. After theyâve finished, he tells them that the wine was poisoned â they should prepare to meet their maker. Except it turns out not to be true. The whole thing is a sick test of the womenâs submissiveness to him, their lord and master (though there is nothing godly about the way he squeezes his daughterâs knee). It is the last genuine moment of actual tension in this silly, derivative and wildly unconvincing film.