After a "long wait" and a broken DVD, we finally settled down to watch what we thought would be a delightfully campy 1970s horror film. Unfortunately, it was neither delightful nor campy, and the only horrible part was the length, although it is guaranteed to offend every Wiccan out there, except maybe those with a sense of humor. They'll still be offended -- but amused at the same time.
And it reminds us of how far we've come in terms of depictions of gay men.
According to something I read somewhere, but of course cannot find now, this was either written or produced (or was it directed?) by a true believer in witchcraft who wanted to make a movie about how it "really is," and that's exactly what this movie feels like -- a low-budget documentary. Simon indulges in long, pedantic explanations of what he is doing and why, and the scenes of magic are played not only straight but sincerely.
According to IMDB it's a "cult classic," but I don't think that's quite true. It's not quite over the top enough to be a cult classic. It's more like a "cult curiosity."
I won't bore you with the plot, which you can find on IMDB. I will say that it's a real trip back to the 70s, with macrame, chokers, dashikis, and psychadelica galore. The "Wiccan" ceremony includes a priestess played by Ultra Violet, skulls, nudity and a live goat. But it is a good 30 minutes too long, which is saying a lot about a movie that is barely an hour and a half.
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