Baseshment I like movies that are aware of what they are selling... without [any] greater aspirations than to make people laugh and that's it.

Kailansorac Clever, believable, and super fun to watch. It totally has replay value.

Robert Joyner The plot isn't so bad, but the pace of storytelling is too slow which makes people bored. Certain moments are so obvious and unnecessary for the main plot. I would've fast-forwarded those moments if it was an online streaming. The ending looks like implying a sequel, not sure if this movie will get one

Quiet Muffin This movie tries so hard to be funny, yet it falls flat every time. Just another example of recycled ideas repackaged with women in an attempt to appeal to a certain audience.

moonspinner55 Andrew Prine is the whole show in this otherwise thoroughly disappointing occult thriller which has a modern-day warlock named Simon, an actual magician of the black arts, living in a storm sewer and befriended by a young hustler with connections to a decadent circle of people. After one of the wealthy naysayers crosses Simon--and writes a bad check for his tarot reading--the male-witch is challenged to exact his revenge (and he must do so or lose his power). His talents also come in handy when his friend needs help seducing a married lady, or when the district attorney and the chief of police come down hard on the local potheads for using, but soon Simon finds himself at the mercy of his own magic. Prine's pithy, hipster-cool approach to the titular role is almost charming at times, that is until Simon is turned into his own worst enemy. Prine is also the only actor in the cast capable of giving a performance, everyone else being an amateur. Director Bruce Kessler spends far too time on the goof-off dopers sitting in front of their TV set watching the news reports--did he run out of material? Also, the special effects (a bowl of roses wilting, a violent rainstorm, a bright red specter) are sub-par. There's also a curious gay vibe early in the movie that is soon proved to be a false lead: Simon's buddy comes on like a midnight cowboy, a streetwise teen-swinger, but is soon revealed to be just a regular boy with a crush on a girl. In the film's worst scene, he sets up a "faggot" for Simon is to use in a ritual to create a supernatural charge, which is played for a nasty laugh yet shows the direction screenwriter Robert Phippeny was inclined to take: put the plot into motion with a 'realistic' portrait of a magician, then undercut the scenario with crude humor and melodrama. *1/2 from ****

Woodyanders Powerful and charismatic warlock Simon Sinestrari (superbly played with lip-smacking aplomb by Andrew Prine) resides in the Los Angeles storm drains and ekes out a living entertaining stuck-up hippies at posh parties. Simon uses black magic to get revenge on those folks who dare mock, scorn and persecute him. Director Bruce Kessler, working from a witty and intriguing script by real-life practicing warlock Robert Phippeny, delivers an offbeat and enjoyable slice of vintage early 70's horror exploitation weirdness. This film hits its fabulously freaky zenith during a gloriously lurid Satanic ceremony. The cast are all uniformly fine, with nice performances by Brenda Scott as the lovely, smitten Linda, George Paulsin as Simon's sweet, naive young best friend Turk, Angus Duncan as the arrogant Colin, Andy Warhol Factory superstar Ultra Violet as kooky devil cult leader Sarah, Norman Burton as stern, disapproving district attorney Rackum, and Richard Ford Grayling as pesky narc John Peter. Best of all, Prine really throws himself into his juicy lead role; he performs the spellcasting scenes in particular with tremendous flair and intensity. David L. Butler's slick, garish cinematography, the flavorsome period counterculture setting, a spooky'n'shuddery ooga-booga score by Stu Phillips, a pleasing surplus of tasty female nudity, and the gaudy low-fi special effects all further enhance the infectiously funky fun of this total trippy blast.

Scott_Mercer This is barely a horror movie. There are only a few deaths on screen, and very little blood. What this movie lacks in gore, it makes up for it with the concentration of Prine's performance, the period psychedelic fashions, and the amusing dialog and situations. Saw this here in L.A. at a revival screening this week. Andrew Prine was on hand and talked about the film for a bit. Apparently, this film was written by a real warlock, and this was "his story." This probably accounts for the deadly serious tone of someone writing a memoir with earnest purposefulness. Prine took the film to make the jump from supporting roles to a lead, and he sank his teeth into the role, pouring all his intensity into a very stong performance. Even when he does something silly and laughable like talking to a huge tree ("Hello, my old friend, how are you?"), he remains utterly believable as that character, even though you laugh. Fans of high Hippie Couture and silly psychedelic effects (dig the trippy "walking into the mirror" effect) have some good stuff here to treat their eyes with. (If you liked the look of "Psych Out" or "The Trip" you'll have a ball.) There's a fairly linear plot with a few twists, but overall an enjoyable ride. Recommended, if you can find it. I believe it is not available on DVD and the print that was screened was purportedly "one of only three in existence." UPDATE 1/2008: Reports on the internet state that this film will becoming out on DVD, later this year, 2008. I will probably be picking up a copy when it comes out. It was quite an enjoyable viewing and I am looking forward to exposing it to my friends. Yeah boy!

Steve Nyland (Squonkamatic) SIMON KING OF THE WITCHES is the funniest movie I have seen in months. After reading about it for a few weeks while on my present witchcraft & occult kick I tracked down an old rental tape, poured myself a bowl of Booberry and sat down to a screening last night -- and was delighted to find a witty, self aware little thriller/comedy with some nice post Haight-Ashburian sensibilities, at the center of which is Andrew Prine in the most sadly Oscar nomination deprived performance aside from John Phillip Law's performance from OPEN SEASON. Andrew Prine will be forever linked to depraved, exploitation and horror films for one effort, the horribly misnamed BARN OF THE NAKED DEAD, but SIMON clearly demonstrates that he was an actor who worked with calm assuridity in the face of the absurd ... Simon is a warlock, an occultist magician who approaches his work with the sober seriousness of a plumber or electrician -- "It's just another professional trade" he exasperatedly tells one naysayer, and in fact the best parts of SIMON is when various doped up or stupid San Francisconians ask him to show them a magic trick or prove he really is a witch. Nobody listens when he tries to tell them that it is not the brimstone & abbey they know from fiction and is forced to oblige, with the outcome more often than not having comic results.Viewers looking for a depraved, sexually amoral satanic cult flick will be disappointed: there is only one witchraft & sex scene and it serves a role to the plot -- sorry! The tape's box promises "naked satanic orgies and human sacrifice" and yet both of these elements are displayed not in an attempt to Arouse or Gratify, but to ridicule those who have an erroneous impression of what witchcraft is about -- Simon visits a modern day coven of "witches" with his young charge and ends up hopping around on a push-broom at the end while the naked participants throw things at him and howl disapprovingly. Overdone, but hilarious.**SPOILER WARNING! *** The plot that the movie purports to tell involves Simon's attempts to put a hex on the local district attorney and the corrupt vice cops cracking down on the poor, hapless kids who sell grass and seem to share the same seven or eight brain cells. He does, but the plan backfires and Simon ends up being killed at the end by one of the kids at his own behest, willingly or no. All of this is of no importance to Simon, because death isn't an end, just sort of a cooling off period between lives. I like that.But what the film is really about, I think, is how stupid modern Americans are about "the spirit world" and those who purport to be able to connect with/control it. In many ways Simon's character is closer to a shamanistic ritual expert than a satanic witch, and I was pleased with how the entire story is told from a secular point of view -- we never hear about Satan or God, but about nature, cause & effect of human actions, and how Simon is merely a trained professional who can influence the nature of both humans, the elements, and also potted plants perched on high placed ledges. Simon's greatest magical feat in the film is to cause an unidentified cylinder of metal to glow like a lightsaber ... and is never referred to again. This is either because the filmmakers were more interested in showing Simon's interaction with other humans than conducting the ominous, quasi-sexual rites the tape box promises. Some of the 70's drug and lifestyle reference jokes get tiresome (he role of a homosexual man is used just to poke fun at gays, which this movie should be above but what the hell it was 1972), and it would have been nice to see Simon have another go at the naked sex incantation he attempts with the female "love interest" role that is more of a professional association than a romance.But whatever: I found this movie to be remarkably enjoyable, light hearted and still have moments of poignancy that made me think about my own ideas about occult and the witchcraft phenomenon that dominated American horror films from about 1971 until 1975. Usually the tact would be to follow a character through a series of encounters with those possessed by or in league with Satan (RACE WITH THE DEVIL being one of my favorites), but we rarely get to see the picture from the occultist's point of view -- It is amusing to find the one film that does, and to find that the Warlock in question views his profession with as much romanticism as employees of a bank feel about money. My single favorite moment from the film? When Simon and his charge set about building an altar in his sewer pipe home --"With lumber by Wyman Brothers." Not sure if that was supposed to be a plug or a joke, but you gotta love the matter of factness behind the line, and the whole film plays out with an equal taste for the blasé. HIGHLY recommended if you can find it, and Prine should get one of those Lifetime Achievement awards, perhaps sharing the stage with John Phillip Law for an acceptance speech for the ages. I'd tune in for that.8/10, and you can stuff your silly horror movies. Simon is Real.