The Night of the Sorcerers

An expedition in to the jungle stumbles across some ancient sacrificial alters, and the women become possessed leapord skin bikini-clad killing machines. Plenty of Khaki.

Not very creepy or scary but very sleazy - like every good director of 70s B-movie trash we get a lot of * to see. What else!? La noche de los brujos is sometimes involuntarily funny and - to a certain degree - entertaining. What I really miss is some real gore (we get some but it is rather tame) like we all appreciate in all those zombie and cannibal and whatever gore movies of the 70s. I won't recommend this one to you, but still, it may be worth a look, if you got really nothing else to do, and you like pulp/trash/cheese. Exact rate: 4.5.

If it's gratuitous nudity, sadism, or sadomasochism you're looking for, look no further: you've found it. (If you're a masochist...) I rate this one a three for three reasons: some very fluid, almost lyrical slow motion tracking shots of the leopard vampire women running through the jungle; some very effective music that, in more capable hands, could've underscored some brilliant sequences; and an fx shot of a man, now a zombie, set ablaze in a gasoline-drenched tent, who lifts his head once as he's immolated to look around before giving up (and giving up the proverbial ghost). Other than that, I can't recommend this one on the grounds that to do so might tend to incriminate me.