Marsha Mason is alright in this film, but Susan Swift (the little girl) delivers all of her lines in two ways-- a happy whine, or a sad whine. The sad whines are a lot louder. Perhaps that is why her parents seem oddly underwhelmed by the mishaps that befall her in the film. At any rate, the script is pretty terrible, mixing real Hindu theology about reincarnation, which should be respected,--- with crappy 1970's hypnotic regression crap that belongs in the new-age dustbin. I can't believe anyone ever found this movie to be scary, but perhaps the subject matter itself-- reincarnation-- was seen as forbidden and "occult." Today it is just a snooze, and Anthony Hopkins must be glad to be out of the career slump that had him taking on films like this.
Review of Audrey Rose
