Meandering and dumb. There's Alan Alda's dad, quite a handsome fellow with a nice voice (I always got him mixed up with Leslie Neilson). He has been having visions of a blonde girl beckoning him at night. Meanwhile, his fiancé is in the hospital after a pin has been thrust through her by the owner of a doll shop (has anyone seen Freud?). Anyway, Alda goes the whole route, being dragged into a Satanic cult that drops chandeliers full of spikes on people who aren't good (or bad, or whatever). The whole thing is lacking in decent motivation and goes nowhere. There are these scenes at these meetings which remind one of the voodoo rites in some of the old films. People rat on each other and get their pals killed. What's in it for them. Is it to be part of the club. I'm not sure why you'd wish to get involved in these meetings. Oh well. In the end we know that the threat is not over.
Review of The Devil's Hand
