⭐️1/2
A priest is murdered in a confessional and the booth ends up stored in the basement of the rectory. Twelve years pass and the rectory is now for sale. Seeing dollar signs, an insufferable psychiatrist named Marvin scoops it up to renovate and make a profit off of. He drags along his psychic wife, his restaurant owning buddy and a newly married artist friend to help with the fixing up and share in the investment. Yeah. It doesn’t go well. Extremely boring entry in the Amityville series only picks up in the final 15 minutes when a possessed Kim Coates walks around the crap-shack in a murdering mood with his face half burnt. The heroine is plagued by nightmares (or are they visions) and the mystery of the murdered priest is solved to nobody’s relief. The whole thing is pretty much the equivalent of a shrug. The dilapidated house is a pretty cool set and I’ll always welcome the presence of Mr. Coates. The flick takes place in the town of Amityville but has nothing to do with that damn house so there’s your connection. There’s a lame dog attack, a kooky old lady with a glass eye who should have had a larger role and plenty of chitchat. You’ll spend most of the time rooting for the annoying idiots to bite it (especially that ass Marvin) but when they do it’s all so underwhelming. Just like this damn movie. Damn.
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