Brooke Shields’ film debut paints her as the suspect to the murder of her younger sister during her First Communion, and other murders that soon follow. The mask the killer wears is an over-exaggerated woman’s made-up visage, but when it’s worn over an actual face, the effect is chef’s kiss. Scared the hell outta me when I was a kid.
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