Oh, if only those crabby 18th century townspeople had ever learned their lesson: if you drown/burn/otherwise dispose of a witch, she’s just going to come back in the 1980s and start killing again. In this production the ol’ girl is set loose when the new pastor in charge of the local “murder house” removes an antique cross from a nearby pond. The production values here are slightly better than they would have been today simply because 30 years ago film-makers actually had to use film. Unfortunately the script and acting are completely on par with the jerk-with-a-video-camera school of visual storytelling. See if desperate
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