Canadian horror film.
Haunted by strange urges and visions, a pregnant woman named Sara accepts an invitation to dinner that spirals into a bloody, demented nightmare.
I have to admit that I never expected to type the words “Jane Moffat topless.” I mean she’s been in every wholesome Christmas story ever made. She’s even used as a consultant on Christmas movies, probably because she knew Jesus personally. Heck, when my grandma was a little girl, she used to love Jane. I so glad granny didn’t live to hear of Jane doing (gasp) nude scenes. I mean the woman spans the entire history of motion capture, but I don’t think she has ever shown the goods before, not even to Muybridge. But I’ll bet Rudolph Valentino saw the good stuff off-camera.
OK, I’m fuckin’ witcha. I don’t know how old the ubiquitous Canadian actress is, but she’s pretty old for a nude debut. Kidding aside, she studied at the Actor’s Studio in the 1980s.
