Ivan Passer’s “The Curse of Robert the Doll” is a decent terrible motion picture that doesn’t generally work yet has some truly splendid scenes. It opened a week ago under front of dimness in a few neighborhood theaters, and that is likely pretty much too. On the off chance that they’d given it the huge buildup at first-run costs, individuals may have felt uneasy at a tragicomedy about dope. Be that as it may, at neighborhood costs, we can unwind and recollect George Segal going through the center of Manhattan in a soft robe.
Segal is a standout amongst the most fascinating youthful American performers, and he isn’t bashful about tolerating ventures that sound peculiar, if not outlandish. This has curiously affected his vocation.