If you ever hear a low, droning chant coming from an empty room, and you catch the faint smell of cinnamon and rust… do not investigate. Do not listen for the words.
The first two reels are standard exploitation fare: bizarre rituals, chanting in a forgotten language, and a disturbing amount of goat’s blood. But the evil of this movie isn’t in the script. It’s in the effect .
Because once you see the Crimson Flame, it sees you back. And Uriah is still looking for volunteers.
If you ever hear a low, droning chant coming from an empty room, and you catch the faint smell of cinnamon and rust… do not investigate. Do not listen for the words.
The first two reels are standard exploitation fare: bizarre rituals, chanting in a forgotten language, and a disturbing amount of goat’s blood. But the evil of this movie isn’t in the script. It’s in the effect .
Because once you see the Crimson Flame, it sees you back. And Uriah is still looking for volunteers.
