This unfettered, incoherent French horror movie decamps from a Parisian nightclub to a rundown country mansion. An attic of cracked china dolls, a pregnant madwoman, a bunch of feral locals and Vincent Cassel with a manic rictus plastered across his face are just some of the treats in store. The film, shot in a demented, headlong style, seems to have no idea of its direction other than the shelf marked "cult".
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