Enter the weird, grimy world of Roberta Findlay, legendary porn pioneer, exploitation maven and 42nd St God. She’s a one woman wonder, grinding out sleazy classics like Tenement and sex obsessed nightmares like A Woman's Torment. And she photographed, edited and directed The Oracle, a creepy, soft-focus tale of spiritual possession across the sweat-stained streets of vintage NYC. While a mysterious killer lurks in the shadows, an unearthly force communicates with the beautiful new occupant of a cursed apartment, pushing our heroine towards House of Psychotic Women hysteria while highlighting her on-point wardrobe (maroon overalls, puffy sleeves, chokers). Filled with dime store drama, one-take magic, ineffectual men and Argento-styled lighting, The Oracle showcases Findlay’s unique brand of somnambulant anti-cinema. Oh, and did we mention this is a Christmas-themed film complete with lo-fi synthesizer carols?