THE MANITOU - REVIEW
Ah The Manitou ... How many movies do you know in which an old lady, out of nowhere, starts dancing, chanting, then hovering down a corridor before falling down a flight of stairs? Not many. This cult oddity courtesy of William Girdler, director of such hits as Project: Kill and Day Of The Animals , is certainly the weirdest movie I've seen in a while. And by "weirdest" I mean "most awesome". The film sees Tony Curtis play a psychic (of sorts) whose partner discovers a growth on her neck. Of course, the growth starts to expand until it becomes apparent that a foetus is living in it. Surgeons make attempts at removing it but in vain, as the lump holds no ordinary child but rather the spirit of an old Native American medicine man who is reincarnating himself through this random woman's neck. Why is that happening? Who cares!? It's happening and it's great. Curtis spends most of the movie trying to figure out a way to remove the blaste
