This film has really memorable sequences but a good story needs leading characters who share the experience of the audience. It creates a disconnect when the three women - our protagonists - don’t react authentically to WTF supernatural shit. Instead of Pfeiffer freaking out over a floating tennis ball... she’s hitting it with her ass and giggling.

It’s also a strange blend of comedy and horror. One minute we’re having a warm chuckle as a newly liberated Sarandon turns the schoolkids band into an orchestra, the next some guy brains his wife to death because she became possessed by the devil, went insane and uncontrollably spewed fruit all over their house. Again, it needed some real human reactions to stitch it all together.