Screenwriter Joyce moves to a remote old house so she can work on a script. She winds up being terrorized by a rot-faced, razor-fingered, Freddy Kruegeresque freaky demon spirit dude. Meanwhile, spunky lady private investigator Jackie butts heads with a gang of nasty criminals. Director Edgar Jere sloppily blends together two separate stories into a disjointed and barely coherent, yet somehow oddly arresting and entertaining mess. Jere crams this flipped-out flick with a nice smattering of gore and several all-out wild martial arts fight scenes, plus delivers a rousing shoot-out on a yacht. James Langton's score alternates between shivery'n'shuddery ooga-booga scareshow stuff and cool-blastin' rock. Adding to the lunacy are a Taoist monk with a pair of hopping vampire slaves, an obnoxious fat vampire kid, and a welcome last reel appearance by some third-rate RoboCop clone. Dumb and ridiculous nonsense for sure, but still a whole lot of infectiously mindless fun all the same.
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