The Crimson Cult
Contains Spoilers

The Horror Channel continue to be my go-to channel with another slice of classic horror. I’m being liberal with the term ‘classic’ because The Crimson Cult is not the greatest addition to the genre.
Labelled as, ‘The Curse of the Crimson Altar’ on The Horror Channel, yet called ‘The Crimson Cult’ on IMDB, it’s muddled title is synonymous with the film’s actual plot. However, it is notable for having an excellent cast. It is Boris Karloff’s final film to aired while he was still alive and it probably the film’s saving grace. Christopher Lee walks around being polite and the delicious Barbara Steele is painted green and suffers from limited screen time.
When his brother disappears, Robert Manning pays a visit to the remote country house he was last heard from. While his host is outwardly welcoming - and his niece more demonstrably so - Manning detects a feeling of menace in the air with the legend of Lavinia Morley, Black Witch of Greymarsh, hanging over everything.
The film opens with a S&M sacrifice with Barbara Steele almost unrecognizable as a green which. Unfortunately, what was recognizable was the body builder of a bloke in leather underpants and a crash helmet with antlers that kept popping up but thankfully not popping out.
Our Hero, Robert Manning is played by Mark Eden of Alan Bradley fame and I think he’s better at playing an antagonist rather than a protagonist. His performance is wooden and unconvincing but worst of all, unlikeable. Perhaps it was the way he forced himself on Eve Morley (Virginia Wetherell), the niece of Morley (Christopher Lee), that turned me off. I understand it was a different time and attitudes have rightly changed, but it left me a little uncomfortable.

Robert visits the last place he heard from his brother which is Morley’s lodge, a large creepy building acknowledged by a fun quip by Mark Eden that it reminds him of a haunted house in a film and he was half expecting Boris Karloff to turn up…if only he knew. For some reason our hero arrives when there is one of Stewie’s sexy parties going on which seemed to serve no purpose whatsoever and thus was the problem with the film.
There’s a decent story in it…somewhere. A witch from the 17th century is burnt at the stake and someone is trying to sacrifice the descendants of her accusers. It never really comes across, instead Robert Manning dashes about, makes passes at Eve Morley and doesn’t really delve into the history of the surrounding village. Boris Karloff’s character is an authority on witchcraft and has a collection of torture devices and the film’s best moment is when Boris and Mark have a chat in Boris’s living room. The flat script at that moment comes alive but it’s not enough to save an underwritten by the numbers sixties horror.
The camera work and direction was uninspired, for example, when Mark’s character finds the secret alter in the loft at the lodge. The loft is quite big and has some nasty items in it yet there’s no sweeping shots, no clever lighting or cinematography because it should’ve been a dark, foreboding scene. Instead, we got a dusty table and a few cobwebs and Mark is wandering around them in yellow jimjams.
I’ve heard The Crimson Cult is not one of Christopher Lee’s favourite films, however, the cast and a few moments save this film and make one worth watching when you’ve seen all the Hammer films. There’s something decent in there and a remake would be nice so that the witchy undercurrent could break through a little more. 52/100



For some reason I thought I had already seen this Hammer Horror classic and maybe I had when I was younger but I could not recall the opening scenes suggesting I had not. I recognised imagery from the film thanks to trailers, clips and segments in Iron Maiden videos; perhaps this was the cause of my mistake. My expectations were high when hitting play as some, especially in the British Horror Group I am a member of, herald it as peak Hammer with the great Christopher Lee often siting The Devil Rides Out as his favourite Hammer film. It had a lot to live up to, however, invariably such films fail to deliver due to unmeetable expectations, but Christopher Lee, Devil worship, Charles Gray, directed by the great Terence Fisher…what could go wrong?
First of all, it was lovely to see Christopher Lee starring as the protagonist, not the action type, that was the job of Leon Greene, but as the wise council and voice of reason, no wonder it was Lee’s favourite Hammer film, he got the chance to play a good guy for once.
The film doesn’t hang about, as soon as Leone Green lands his plane and is met by Christopher Lee. He asks about someone called Simon and within a few lines of dialogue we’re at Simon’s new house because they’re worried about him and hadn’t seen him for at least three months. My first thought was he’d met a girl or taken a new job but it turns out he’s having a dinner party and hob nobbing with a group of new friends from an astronomical society. Of course, Christopher Lee suspects they’re all devil worshippers ready to sacrifice chickens. For me, it was a stretch for him to conclude this within the first nine minutes of the film and I wish more time was given for his suspicions to embed. A general decline in Simon’s behaviour perhaps or more clues gathered to Simon’s new ‘hobby’, it all happened a little too quickly, especially as Simon’s behaviour is quite pleasant and not sinister at all. Simon’s bought a new house, I’ve not seen him in three months that means he’s dealing in black magic. Simon insists Greene and Lee leave (this would make more than thirteen at the party and thus unable to perform the ritual) but Lee punches Simon’s lights out instead before kidnapping him and slugging the butler at the same time, it was all a little clunky for me.







