This joins Hammer's *The Witches* as a clear precursor to *The Wicker Man*. This film is more patently bizarre, in a Grand Guignol sort of way, than *Witches*, but suffers from feeling like it has one foot too-firmly stuck in the past. In terms of its weirdness, though: The opening prologue of the film features Barbara Steele as a witch with blue skin and ram's horns, being attended by an overweight
Notable for the teaming of horror icons Boris Karloff, Christopher Lee, and Barbara Steele - but unfortunately it's a fairly routine 60s British occult potboiler with a predictable plot and touches of dated psychedelia. The presence of Karloff and Lee provides some much needed weight, but Steele is painted green and relegated to a few uninspired dream sequences. Modestly entertaining, but ultimately forgettable.