In the late 1920's, a group of people celebrating a movie premiere at a mansion all die after a silent film actress can't handle that her career is over due to the advent of the talkies. They've been haunting the place ever since. Now two real estate agents cleaning it up before the new owner arrives, fall prey to the dead who want them for some god knows reason.
This movie is utterly awful, which isn't at all surprising as the new millennium has not been kind to either Full Moon or Charles Band in particular. Gone are the days of great B-movie entertainment from them, movies like puppet master, dollman and even subspecies, have been replaced by quick cash-in unwatchable trash like Zombies vs Strippers, Killer Eye, and this putrid little number. I spent most of the scant runtime merely feeling sorry for Eric Roberts.
Eye Candy: Misty Anderson and Jeannie Marie Sullivan get fully nude
This movie is utterly awful, which isn't at all surprising as the new millennium has not been kind to either Full Moon or Charles Band in particular. Gone are the days of great B-movie entertainment from them, movies like puppet master, dollman and even subspecies, have been replaced by quick cash-in unwatchable trash like Zombies vs Strippers, Killer Eye, and this putrid little number. I spent most of the scant runtime merely feeling sorry for Eric Roberts.
Eye Candy: Misty Anderson and Jeannie Marie Sullivan get fully nude