One of those bell, book and candle variations on the most successful version thereof, begged, borrowed, lifted or rather raised from the dead (there's even an old man called Charon). Simply -- Allison Parker, a model, comes to live in an old brownstone in New York where her sudden headaches proceed to hysteria and finally a coma; where she doesn't know quite what to make of her lover, Michael, whose wife recently died. . .just how? where there's a cat and a priest and a strange pair of young women (lesbians -- publicly fondling themselves or each other) and where she hangs on for dear life to her crucifix (at least she doesn't spit on it) -- that of her also recently dead father. . . . From manifestation to phenomenon, this is really infernal nonsense based on the misconception that you can put anything in the pot and it will bubble, bubble without too much toil or trouble.