Starring: Bryant Haliday, Lisa Daniely,
Dennis Price
Directed
by:
Lindsay Shonteff
Produced
by:
Richard Gordon & Kenneth Rive
Script
by:
Tony O'GradyFirst released: 1965
The
film is presented in fullscreen ratio
Black & White
84 mins approx
Digitally Mastered Mono
Available on VHS
plot
Whilst on safari in the heart of the African
jungle, big game hunter Mike Stacey knowingly kills a
lion in the heart of the Simbazi tribe's territory.
The Simbazi regard the Lion as sacred, and angered, they
place a voodoo curse on Stacey. Tormented he returns to
the city where the curse follows him, his wounds refuse
to heal and he suffers terrible hallucinations.
Slowly he seems to be heading for a terrible death at the
hands of the curse...
review
A rather bizarre 1964 horror film, from that
blend of voodoo pictures which circulated at the time,
including the Roy Castle instalment in Amicus' Dr Terror's
House of Horrors (1964), and Hammer's The Witches (1966).
The
somewhat pedestrian course of events, is made all the
more awkward by the ridiculous use of the English
countryside for the African plains. The locations are all
too obvious, and any merits with the actual film are
instantly thrown by this.
The film plays up on all the 1960's stereotypes, with
burly silent black men, the fear of the African's
backward superstitions, and the bold white man in a
foreign country is perhaps made a little too striking as
Stacey is dressed throughout in striking white (though no
doubt fits in with the Hunter image).
Although shot in black and white, it is perhaps to
disguise the English landscape rather than for cost
cutting reasons. Nevertheless, the black and white
photography is used to success in a number of scenes in
the city, as the nightmare visions catch up with the
cursed hunter.
The
use of rationalisation to explain away superstitious
phenomena is a familiar tread of horror stories, and is
played aptly here. The cast themselves do a splendid job.
Throughout I could not help but despise Bryant Haliday as
Stacey, but then one suspects that this is exactly how we
should feel about him.
The supporting characters are played with the appropriate
conviction, and the only figure who really stands out is
Dennis Price. Given a sizable role, he is as enjoyable as
ever, the stereotyped English gent.
An
unusual film, in that its setting and location shooting
seem so contradictory, and yet are pulled off suprisingly
well considering, and in that for a voodoo story, it owes
less to do with Zombies than mental curses. Curse of the
Voodoo is more like Hammer's The Witches, though pre-dates
it.
Strange,
and intriguing. Worth a viewing or two...
RJES
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