A somehow disturbing yellow flick, starring John Hurt as a small-time crook who has the worst of luck when, along with his girlfriend, finds a hideout in a port town where the Evil has incarnated in a cherubic yet Lolitaesque 9-year-old kid. ("Don't call me kid, my name is Thelma!", she would immediately say could she read these lines.) Children can be real bad --The Children's Hour anyone?--, and this movie makes a case despite its sensationalist way, or maybe because of it. Hurt is great as always, expressing pathos as if he were doing Shakespeare or I, Claudius again. But this is little Cassie Barasch's picture; she's impressive in the title role: so tough and lacking of any fiber of goodness that you'll have to think twice when relating to children in the future.
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