Some day someone will make a good film about Black Magic in an urban environment (let's ignore The 7th Victim for the sake of the argument). This tale of an anthropologist and hobby debunker of religions (played badly by Karl Urban) whose soul is lusted after by a bunch of satanists who look like they have escaped from an Italian Mad Max rip-off unfortunately isn't that film. The acting's just too bad, the script too scrappy and illogical and the magic too badly developed and thought through (whatever became of the concept of research?) to make this more than ninety minutes of barely interesting trash.
There are a few better scenes in here, but I wouldn't have expected writer/director Glenn Standring to go on to make the rather excellent vampire/alternative history tale of Perfect Creature.
Just goes to show what I know.
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