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An Undying Cheese



Amateur schlock is almost always better than studio schlock so, as bad as 1991's Voodoo Dolls is, it still has its redeeming qualities.

Virtuous young Vanessa (Grace Phillips) is the pretty new student at an all girl's college. Of course, her roommate ends up being the official school slut, Laura (Maria Stanton).



She's hot most of all for Mr. Hanley (Howard Balaban) who, to be fair, is one steaming slab of Canadian cheese.



It is a Canadian film, which means the Voodoo priest, when he shows up, pronounces "about" the Canadian way, which I really shouldn't find funny, I guess, but I do.



Otherwise actor Graham Chambers performs in a monotone. I'm not sure if it's meant to be a sign he's possessed or if it's just the minimum effort the actor's willing to put in for this stereotype part.



There are a few other stock subplots and characters shoved uncomfortably into the film. There's also a young lesbian attracted to Laura and the latter cruelly rebuffs her, resulting in the typical tragic subplot. This is observed by a groundskeeper straight out of Porky's who looks through a peephole to the girl's locker room while drinking whiskey.



His death is one of the film's more memorable moments as he's cornered by a gang of Voodoo dolls in a maintenance room.



They look like they've just been propped on the pipes by a kid. In closeup, an off-screen hand moves them around like a Punch and Judy show but with less articulation.

For all this, the movie has some decent atmosphere at times and you can sense the filmmaker's enthusiasm at having the chance to make a real, honest to goodness, movie. There is a kind of cheap richness about some of the standard gothic melodrama shots.



Voodoo Dolls is available on Amazon Prime.

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