Lawyer Hasan is called to the mansion of rich Famih to witness his last
will, in which he leaves everything to his daughter Yousriah, by power of
attorney. Hasan promptly falls in love with Yousriah, too, and she with
him, but soon she sees all sorts of things, like her dead father banging
on her window ... only her father isn't dead but tied to a wheelchair with
his health failing, so the shenanigans of his daughter might just push him
over the edge. Quite apparently, nobody believes Yousriah, because while
there are people who believe in ghosts, who is to believe in the ghost of
a living man? And it isn't long before Yousriah's family wants to have her
declared insane. Hasan doesn't believe Yousriah's insane, even if he
doesn't believe she's seen her dead father who is still alive either. So
he starts to investigate, which proves to be a tad difficult since she is
shielded by both her dad's sister and his butler. However, Hasan's his
research soon leads to a well-known prostitute - who refuses to tell him
shit and is murdered only a few hours later, that's all the proof Hasan
needs he's on the right track. Fact is, Famih has a brother, an
identical twin, Yousriah never even knew about, and he has come to
impersonate Famih while keeping Famih locked up in the basement to wait
for the right moment to kill him and steal his money. Famih's sister and
butler have both grown suspicious, but have come with no evidence that
Famih isn't Famih - and now Famih's brother has found a perfect way to
murder Famih, put the blame firmly on the shoulders of his sister and
butler, and get away with the loot ... when Hasan interferes and sees to
it that Famih's brother gets his just desserts - and as a thank you, Hasan
gets Yousriah in the end. Basically, your typical old dark
house mystery like they've been low budget Hollywood staple twenty to
thirty years earlier: It's all there, an overly convoluted yet naive plot,
easily identifiably hero and heroine, horror elements, comic bits, and a
resolution pulled out of the hat rather than anything else. And The
Cursed Palace never makes an attempt to improve over the formula, is
basically nothing more than a by-the-numbers genre exercise. This doesn't
make this movie awful of course, just routine and at the end of the day
utterly forgettable.
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