(1978) Directed by William Girdler; Written by: William
Girdler, Jon Cedar and Thomas Pope; Based on the novel by Graham Masterton; Starring:
Tony Curtis, Susan Strasberg, Michael Ansara, Stella Stevens, Jon Cedar, Ann
Sothern, Burgess Meredith, Paul Mantee and Felix Silla; Available on Blu-ray
and DVD
Rating: **½
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“Your God won't help you. Nothing in your Christian world
will help. Not prayers, not holy water. Not the weight of a thousand of your
churches.” – John Singing Rock (Michael Ansara)
John Singing Rock (Michael Ansara): “Gitche Manitou? Harry,
you don't call Gitche Manitou. He...”
Harry Erskine (Tony Curtis): “Oh yeah, well, he's going to
get a person-to-person call from me... collect!”
Filmmaker William Girdler (Grizzly, Day of theAnimals),
was known for his low budget flicks, featuring outlandish plots and ridiculous premises,
yet oddly entertaining. Quite possibly his most “out there” premise, however,
was reserved for The Manitou, adapted from a novel by Graham Masterton. */** With a $3 million budget, The Manitou was Girdler’s most expensive movie
to date,*** which he touted as a cross between The Exorcist and Star
Wars (although the results were much closer to the former film than the
latter).
* Fun Fact #1: According to Masterton, he had discussed a
sequel with Girdler, but his plans never reached fruition due to the 30-year-old
director’s untimely death. Regardless, The Manitou became a franchise in
its own right, with six novels.
** Fun Fact#2: Despite having penned more than 100 novels, The
Manitou is the only feature film adaptation of Masterton’s work, to date.
*** Fun Fact #3: According to film writer Troy Howarth, the
film was financed under the auspices that the script was already written. After
the deal was struck, Girdler and fellow writers Jon Cedar (who also appeared in
the film as Dr. Jack Hughes) and Thomas Pope reportedly belted out a screenplay
in three days.

Set in modern-day San Francisco,* the movie opens with doctors
poring over X-rays of a 28-year-old woman, Karen Tandy (played by Susan
Strasberg, who was nearly 40 at the time), who suddenly developed a large
growth on her neck. To make matters curiouser and curiouser, Dr. Jack Hughes is
perplexed to discover that within the growth, which only appeared a few days earlier,
a fetus is developing where it shouldn’t be. When Karen reaches out to an old
flame, Harry Erskine (Tony Curtis) for help, it turns out she’s carrying a
reincarnated 400-year-old Native American medicine man (Talk about having a lot
to carry on your shoulders!). After consulting with a professor of Native
American culture and mythology (Burgess Meredith), Harry decides it’s time to
fight fire with fire, enlisting the aid of reluctant medicine man John Singing
Rock (Michael Ansara).**
* Fun Fact #4: In the novel, the story was set in New York
City.
** Fun Fact #5: Although cast as a Native American medicine
man, Ansara was of Syrian descent.
Harry Erskine is a likeable fraud, who makes his living cheating
nice but naïve old ladies out of their money, with a fake tarot card routine. His
world is turned on end when he’s forced to confront a genuine supernatural
occurrence. Tony Curtis delivers a comic performance in a movie that is allegedly
a horror drama – unsubtle but fitting for the character and context of the film,
which is anything but subtle. Erskine is such a colorful character that he
eclipses Karen by comparison. Despite her acting pedigree, Susan Strasberg isn’t
given much to do but fret about the tumor on her neck for most of the film.

In addition to Curtis, The Manitou is enhanced
(somewhat) by an assembly of veteran character actors. Most notable of these
appearances is the always watchable Burgess Meredith, who obviously understood
his assignment, in a performance that flirts with camp, but never quite crosses
the line. As Dr. Snow, an expert in anthropology and Native American lore, Meredith
provides the right balance of eccentricity and earnestness to what would have
been a throwaway part in less capable hands.
Believe it…
or not.
One of The Manitou’s debatable charms is that it consistently
stretches suspension of disbelief to the breaking point. During what seems like
a routine meeting with one of Harry’s favorite clients, the frail old Mrs. Herz
(Lurene Tuttle) becomes possessed, spouting invocations in an alien dialect before
throwing herself down the stairs. If broad comedy is what Girdler was aiming
for, he succeeded. Ratcheting up the terror? Not so much. In a later scene,
where a medical laser (under the influence of the angry medicine man developing
inside Karen) goes haywire, it appears more like a ray gun from Star Trek
or Star Wars (Complete with “pew pew” sounds – Think of a similar scene
in Logan’s Run) than a precision medical instrument. Of course, the
film’s claim to fame is its depiction of a fully formed medicine man (in
miniature) emerging from Karen’s back. The evil medicine man, Misquamacus (deformed
by X-rays), is played, alternately, by Felix Silla and Joe Gieb. What follows
is a cosmically confusing ultimate battle between good and evil, as Karen’s hospital
room transforms into a portal to another realm of time and space where “The
Great Old One” dwells (at least I think that’s what happened). The special
effects-laden scene, which probably used up a sizable portion of the budget
seems more tacked-on than essential to the story, producing more shrugs than “oohs”
and “aahs.” If that wasn’t enough hokum for one movie, The Manitou ends
with a dubious fact, that a similar incident occurred in Tokyo several years
before.*
* Fun Fact #6: A cursory search for the alleged 1969 Japanese
incident yielded nothing, leading at least this reviewer to conclude that it’s nothing
more than ballyhoo from William Girdler.
“I shall
call him Mini-Misquamacus.”
Besides the well-worn trope of non-Native Americans playing
indigenous people, The Manitou commits the sin of homogenizing Native
Americans into one large group, with no distinguishing aspects between one
tribe or another. I’m no expert, but considering there are currently 574 federally recognized Native American tribes in the United States,
it seems highly unlikely that the legend of an extinct Northern California
tribe would be known to an indigenous man living on a South Dakota reservation.

Many adjectives could be used to describe The Manitou:
silly, misguided, bizarre, but also fun (if you don’t take it too seriously). In
a horror film that has more (unintentional and intentional) laughs than scares,
it manages to entertain in spite of itself. Lalo Schifrin lends more gravitas
to the film than it probably deserves, with a score that conveys an appropriate
balance of mystery and terror. While the movie is more miss than hit, there’s one
genuinely frightening scene, involving a séance to summon the spirit of the
ancient medicine man, with his head ominously emerging from a table. Critics of
the time were less than enthusiastic about The Manitou, with one decrying
it as “another Exorcist copycat” with “limited appeal.” But that seems a bit
too harsh. While Girdler’s cinematic swan song* certainly isn’t a masterpiece
by anyone’s definition (no matter how broad), it’s more than worth a look for
anyone who appreciates a good old, strangely engaging, Hollywood misfire. They
don’t make ‘em like this anymore, for better or worse.
* Fun Fact #7: According to a 1977
Hollywood Reporter blurb, Girdler intended to follow The Manitou with three
productions, Knights of Glory, The Deadly Jungle, and The Last
of the White House. Whether any or all of them would have ever seen the
light is lost to speculation.
Sources for this article: Shout Factory Blu-ray commentary
by Troy Howarth; Interview with author Graham Masterton; “Girdler Slates Three
to Follow Manitou,” The Hollywood Reporter (March 2, 1977); “Another
Exorcist Copycat. Oke credits. Limited Appeal,” by Hege, Variety (March
1, 1978).