There's a shocking start: due to a dodgy coffee machine, Cal Jamison's wife ends up frying over spilt milk. To get over their loss, Cal (Sheen), a trick cyclist for cops, and his 7-year-old son move to New York, where they become involved with the age-old religion Santeria, which worships African spirits in the shape of Christian saints. As one little boy after another dies a grisly death - sacrificed, it turns out, in return for perpetual parental gratification - the ever more ridiculous plot encompasses auto-suggestion, voodoo, and not-so-special effects. It's not at all scary, but there's one good bit where this bubo on a woman's cheek bursts open and all these itsy-bitsy spiders scurry out. The real mystery is what Schlesinger and Sheen are doing making this schlock.