The power of Christ compels you to avoid this schlocky attempt at ’70s religious horror, in which an agnostic businessman (Daly) moves into his late aunt’s estate. Soon enough, angry spirits start pushing furniture and a mysterious figure appears in mirrored reflections; the answer has to do with childhood trauma. Despite some seriously ridiculous dialogue (“What in God’s name is happening here?” “Maybe it isn’t in God’s name!”), Tennyson Bardwell’s pretentious psycho-supernatural flick doesn’t even qualify as guilty-pleasure camp. It’s the sort of bad movie that will make you lose faith in the genre altogether.—David Fear
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