How am I going to fill ten lines about this movie? Here goes: There was a time that Tony Curtis was a serious player in movies, he did the one with Sidney Poitier--for the life of me, I can't remember the name of it--and there's Spartacus and a couple of others that showcased some talent, even with a toupee that looks like a . . . toupee. Susan Strasberg, a hormone-flooding beauty who I remember from Toma on ABC back in 1973, was also a serious performer. If you go down the cast list for The Manitou, you see a lot of good A and B grade actors and actresses who must have really needed some quick cash or were possessed--in and out of the movie--as a group by some sort of Native American evil spirit thing that, at one point, I kid you not, manifests itself in a tumor-like blob of ecto-oogy on somebody's neck.
Yech.
That's all I can remember about this movie. I saw it on HBO in 1979 and after thousands of hours of therapy, I recovered. Unfortunately, somewhere during the courtship of my future wife, I discovered that she had a rather large mole on her neck, right under her hairline. I called it Manitou. She didn't get it.
And I'm not ordering the movie from Amazon just to show her why I named her mole!