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The perfect marriage of reverend Emmett Williams and his charitable wife, Abby, goes to hell after Emmett’s professor father (William Marshall) discovers and opens an ancient wooden box in the caves of Nigeria. It transpires this box contained the trapped evil spirit of the god Eshu. Eshu finds his way to Kentucky and takes possession of Abby. What starts as poltergeist activity soon turns into an increased sex drive of the deviant variety. Abby runs around saying crude shit in a goofy gravelly voice (“As a matter of fact, I’m gonna take old long George upstairs, and FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF HIM!”) and getting into no good (she assaults an elderly widow who comes by to check on her, causing her to have a fatal heart attack). After a long distance plea for help, papa Williams flies in to offer assistance and it all culminates in a nightclub exorcism. William Marshall brings his usual gravitas, Carol Speed seems to be having a blast as the good Christian woman gone bad and the awesome Austin Stoker puts some time in as Abby’s detective brother. More hilarious than scary, and in the vast sea of The Exorcist knockoffs that followed in its wake, I’m thankful for that. Another win from the gone-way-too-soon William Girdler.
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