A swanky beach house somewhere in California. A disembodied female voice sets the stage: ”Before I knew about this house, and what went on inside those dark walls, I refused to believe that such things existed. Certainly not now, in the 20th century, in America.”
Mandy and Dick are a young couple on vacation with Mandy’s sister Kate. While at the beach, Mandy, a couple of months pregnant, keeps hearing an eerie voice, somebody is calling her name. Back at the house, Mandy suffers a seizure and collapses, leading to a miscarriage. When she wakes up she claims she’s no longer Mandy, but Felicia — Dick’s ex-wife, who died under mysterious circumstances six years ago at that very beach!
This is a cozy, low-budget chiller — light on action, heavy on dialogue and atmosphere — about evil cults and black magic, but mostly it’s about keeping up appearances and retaining civility in the face of those things (which, the film posits, are definitely real and not superstition). Kate and Dick simply bring Felicia/Mandy along to social events and trust that people are not too inquisitive about her being, you know, possessed by some spirit. The discreet charm of the bourgeoisie is very much on display here, neighbors casually chit chat about being devil worshippers while sipping cocktails, and so on. The last thing anyone wants is to make a scene. Fairly entertaining. Bears some similarities to Night of the Eagle (1962). Dr. Runtime approved (79 mins).
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