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Continuing the box office record-smashing Curse franchise, comes another sequel that has nothing to do with anything involving 87’s The Curse or 89’s Curse II: The Bite (of course, Curse II: The Bite had dick-all to do with The Curse), it’s almost like they just slapped on the Curse label to an unrelated movie… but I’m not one for gossip. This time out, an ancient sea demon (looking like a first cousin of Monster Squad’s gillman) is summoned by a pissed-off witchdoctor when some annoying white settlers disrupt a sacrificial ritual in 1950’s Africa. Luckily, a bearded Christopher Lee is hanging around as a doctor with a vast amount of knowledge concerning the supernatural threat our hero has found herself in. You’d think the supernaturally induced attempted miscarriage would have been enough. Well, there’s perfectionists everywhere I suppose. There’s a lot of drag for a movie featuring a bearded Christopher Lee in a white suit and a fish-man with a nasty machete (Surprise! We don’t get enough of either) but fumbled ideas are prevalent throughout this genre I’ve dedicated my life to. It’s still pretty fun seeing a 1950’s monster movie made with that early-nineties gloss and taking itself completely serious.
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