A coven of female witches, whose only magical power seems to be able to surgically-enhance their breasts, want to lure six-hundred-and-sixty-six victims to their house in order, I believe, to bring Satan into the world for a visit. All I can say, I'm glad they killed the vast bulk of their victims in their back story because I don't know how much more of this movie I could have taken! (Plus, I don't think the witches would have gone through all of the trouble themselves if they knew how goofy Satan would look when he finally appeared.) All I can say is that director Jeff Leroy is Fred Olen Ray without the talent. (That was a sentence I would have never imagined myself writing, but at least Ray has rudimentary technical skills. This is just a mess.) No atmosphere. The witches' house is just a normal suburban house on a normal street -- though it is sometimes surrounded by terrible CG clouds. The acting is bad. The breasts are fake. It isn't scary. It isn't funny. It isn't sexy. The action is badly staged. The victims just cower and beg for mercy. No one bothers to put up a fight! The story makes no sense. Just terrible. Granted, I am willing to test the depths of the bottom of the barrel when it comes to horror films, but I can't see who this film would appeal to other than horny twelve-year-old boys with no access to cable or the internet. Even Ron Jeremy should be ashamed of this film.
Review of The Witch's Sabbath
