Sporting a movie-western badman's black hat, a Bible-beating preacher (Keith Erik Burt, a.k.a. The movie's director, Keith Larsen) interrupts a fisherman and his girlfriend during their ocean-side picnic. After instructing the boyfriend to catch another fish for him, the preacher seduces the girl and steals their jalopy. A pair of cops chase the preacher, who eludes them in a dirt-and-mud town. In his flight, the preacher stumbles upon a house of vaguely Satanic witches, led by the astrology-spouting Cassandra (Kathryn Loder).
In a concurrent development, a real estate salesman named Frank (Ron Taft) investigates the disappearance of his middle-aged boss, who earlier had infiltrated the witches' domain and was last seen as a willing participant in one of their demonic dance parties.
Frank and the preacher arrive at Cassandra's abode around the same time. Frank falls in love with one of Cassandra's dippy followers and ends up protecting the witches from the encroaching police. The preacher attempts to blackmail the witches, which as you might guess is a mistake.
A frequent denizen of the late-late-late show during the early years of Turner Broadcasting's Superstation, NIGHT OF THE WITCHES is an unfunny comedy that also tries to be a horror movie and a mild sex romp. In its favor, NIGHT OF THE WITCHES is ripe with snatches of psychedelic hippie dialog, a baffling mixture of sets and costumes from different eras (from the Old West to modern-day gangsters), and a car-chase first, in which a Model T outruns a big General Motors V-8 sedan.
In a concurrent development, a real estate salesman named Frank (Ron Taft) investigates the disappearance of his middle-aged boss, who earlier had infiltrated the witches' domain and was last seen as a willing participant in one of their demonic dance parties.
Frank and the preacher arrive at Cassandra's abode around the same time. Frank falls in love with one of Cassandra's dippy followers and ends up protecting the witches from the encroaching police. The preacher attempts to blackmail the witches, which as you might guess is a mistake.
A frequent denizen of the late-late-late show during the early years of Turner Broadcasting's Superstation, NIGHT OF THE WITCHES is an unfunny comedy that also tries to be a horror movie and a mild sex romp. In its favor, NIGHT OF THE WITCHES is ripe with snatches of psychedelic hippie dialog, a baffling mixture of sets and costumes from different eras (from the Old West to modern-day gangsters), and a car-chase first, in which a Model T outruns a big General Motors V-8 sedan.