āBefore āVirginā, I never put much stock in the idea of a ācursedā production. Take a film like āIncubusā. Just cause the directorās nephew died, the production company went belly up, and Roman Polanski and Sharon Tate attended the premiere....Those could all just be coincidences. Shit happens. But with āVirginā, you could just smell the vapor of evil clouding the set. It didnāt help that our chief investor was a ranking member of the Church of Satan. In the end, we tallied three ODās, a maimed-for-life set designer, bankruptcy, and a car bombing (sort of). Even the film itself disappeared. Not just the prints. The film lab burnt down and we lost the negative. All Iāve got left is the nine minute opening to the main feature and the sound-sync is fucked.ā āJXW
