This movie is about a witch that comes back 300 years later and dominates people by using mind control ideas into making people commit murder and suicide. This movie is awful, cheezy dance moves that aren't even fit for the oldest disco club in the world, cheap makeup that makes even the 80's version of Barbie look more attractive and fake rubber looking boobs. Need I say more, this movie is just plain terrible.
20 Reviews
This film has little going for it and is only worth seeing for the main character
kevin_robbins9 February 2022
Necropolis (1986) is a movie I recently watched on Tubi. The storyline follows a witch from the 1600s that has been resurrected into a present day tall, gorgeous, sensual blond. She lures people into dark dingy corners, sucks the lifeforce out of them 😉, allowing the souls of her cult members from the past to return in her victims bodies. Can anyone resist her temptations?
This movie is directed by Bruce Hickey (The Hot Mess) and stars LeeAnne Baker (Breeders), Michael Conte (Panama Red), Adriane Lee (Mutant Hunt), Nadine Hartstein (Robot Holocaust) and Christina Sisinni (Mutant Hunt).
The storyline for this had a lot of potential but unfortunately was executed poorly. I will say the opening dance sequence was solid and there was plenty of nudity throughout the film; but the acting was bad, the cinematography was mediocre, the script was terrible and the horror elements were lacking. There's really no gore in this. There were some fun cult meetings and elements.
Overall this film has little going for it and is only worth seeing for the main character. I would score this a 3.5/10 and recommend skipping it.
This movie is directed by Bruce Hickey (The Hot Mess) and stars LeeAnne Baker (Breeders), Michael Conte (Panama Red), Adriane Lee (Mutant Hunt), Nadine Hartstein (Robot Holocaust) and Christina Sisinni (Mutant Hunt).
The storyline for this had a lot of potential but unfortunately was executed poorly. I will say the opening dance sequence was solid and there was plenty of nudity throughout the film; but the acting was bad, the cinematography was mediocre, the script was terrible and the horror elements were lacking. There's really no gore in this. There were some fun cult meetings and elements.
Overall this film has little going for it and is only worth seeing for the main character. I would score this a 3.5/10 and recommend skipping it.
It's a stinker, alright.
Hey_Sweden14 October 2015
"Necropolis" is passable entertainment as far as this kind of low, low budget cheese ball horror goes. It stars LeeAnne Baker as Eva, a witch in 17th century New Amsterdam who lives on through the ages. In the 20th century, she's reincarnated as a leather wearing, motorcycle riding punk babe in a miniskirt. Here she goes about her business of sucking the life out of various chump victims, or otherwise using her power of suggestion to get them to off themselves. Her other order of business is finding some all powerful Satanic ring which further helps her to extend her life span.
Pretty much everything about this agreeably stupid movie is inane, from the dialogue to the characters to the nonsensical "story", concocted by director Bruce Hickey. Of course, you just *know* this one is going to stink to high heaven, seeing that also listed in the credits is Tim Kincaid ("Breeders", "Riot on 42nd Street") as a producer. Ed French supplies the special makeup effects, and as usual his work is about as good as it could have been given whatever minimal budget he must have had. He should take a bow for the one unqualified highlight that "Necropolis" can boast. I won't reveal much, but let's just say that it involves several breasts and several thirsty ghouls.
The performances are every bit as lame as one can expect. Baker is sexy, no doubt about that, but she's pretty dull as an antagonist. Michael Conte is the cop investigating the trail of bodies that she leaves behind, Jacquie Fitz is the reporter whom Conte romances, and William K. Reed is the knowledgeable reverend who looks after troubled youth.
If the prospective viewer is looking for something that they can jeer at with friends, "Necropolis" should fit the bill.
By the way, if you think the score sounds familiar at times, that's because "Necropolis" uses music from the movies "Eliminators", "Trancers", and "The Alchemist".
Five out of 10.
Pretty much everything about this agreeably stupid movie is inane, from the dialogue to the characters to the nonsensical "story", concocted by director Bruce Hickey. Of course, you just *know* this one is going to stink to high heaven, seeing that also listed in the credits is Tim Kincaid ("Breeders", "Riot on 42nd Street") as a producer. Ed French supplies the special makeup effects, and as usual his work is about as good as it could have been given whatever minimal budget he must have had. He should take a bow for the one unqualified highlight that "Necropolis" can boast. I won't reveal much, but let's just say that it involves several breasts and several thirsty ghouls.
The performances are every bit as lame as one can expect. Baker is sexy, no doubt about that, but she's pretty dull as an antagonist. Michael Conte is the cop investigating the trail of bodies that she leaves behind, Jacquie Fitz is the reporter whom Conte romances, and William K. Reed is the knowledgeable reverend who looks after troubled youth.
If the prospective viewer is looking for something that they can jeer at with friends, "Necropolis" should fit the bill.
By the way, if you think the score sounds familiar at times, that's because "Necropolis" uses music from the movies "Eliminators", "Trancers", and "The Alchemist".
Five out of 10.
A few moments of creativity in an otherwise terrible film
dopefishie21 January 2022
A few moments of creativity in an otherwise terrible film.
First and foremost, this is a bad movie.
However, there were a couple nice moments like cutting between the Christian wedding and the Satanic ceremony. There is also a fun special effects moment where the witch feeds the undead ectoplasm.
But the acting is terrible. The cinematography is terrible. The "action sequences" are so, so, very bad.
At the end of the day, you should skip this one.
First and foremost, this is a bad movie.
However, there were a couple nice moments like cutting between the Christian wedding and the Satanic ceremony. There is also a fun special effects moment where the witch feeds the undead ectoplasm.
But the acting is terrible. The cinematography is terrible. The "action sequences" are so, so, very bad.
At the end of the day, you should skip this one.
oh, I should not have bought this one
horrorbargainbin19 January 2003
It's a bad day for movies at my place. First I have to stop watching "Funeral Home" due to boredom. Then I put in this movie. Good thing I had my horror magazines to read during the slow parts. One scene with 3 pairs of dripping breasts (on one witch) cannot carry a whole movie.
It begins in the 1600's, yet the witch is wearing 80's make-up and underwear. Also she is doing a none-too-cool 80's dance. I go to 80's dance clubs and have seen nothing so goofy looking as these ridiculous steps. Not as bad as "Ghoulies IV", but quite bad.
It begins in the 1600's, yet the witch is wearing 80's make-up and underwear. Also she is doing a none-too-cool 80's dance. I go to 80's dance clubs and have seen nothing so goofy looking as these ridiculous steps. Not as bad as "Ghoulies IV", but quite bad.
For a film about a six-breasted telepathic witch, this is surprisingly dull.
BA_Harrison12 September 2015
New Amsterdam, 1686: evil witch Eva (LeeAnne Baker) interrupts the marriage of Dawn (Jacquie Fitz) and William (Michael Conte), psychically summoning the virgin bride to a Satanic altar to be sacrificed in a ritual that would grant Eva eternal life. Dawn's throat is cut, but before the ceremony can be completed, Eva is killed by priest Henry (William K. Reed).
300 years later, and Eva, reincarnated as a peroxide-blonde punk biker chick with bad make-up, proceeds to suck the life energy from unfortunate New Yorkers to feed to her mouldy zombie acolytes (via her three sets of ectoplasm-oozing tits!); once fully revived, these manky minions seek out the reincarnation of Dawn, so that the witch can finish what she has started. Can Italian cop Billy and do-gooder Rev. James, the 20th century reincarnations of William and Henry, prevent her from succeeding?
Six breasts are better than two, as the old saying goes, but even with its triple-chested, zombie-suckling witch bitch, Necropolis proves to be a frustratingly dull slice of 80s schlock horror, with a dreadful script and uninspired direction from Bruce Hickey, and dire performances all round. There are, of course, a few giggles to be had from the sheer ineptitude of proceedings—Baker's embarrassingly bad impromptu interpretive dance routines are good for a laugh, as is the bloody decapitation of a zombie that continues to scream long after his noggin has gone—but when you're not sniggering, you'll probably be yawning.
3.5 out of 10, generously rounded up to four for IMDb.
300 years later, and Eva, reincarnated as a peroxide-blonde punk biker chick with bad make-up, proceeds to suck the life energy from unfortunate New Yorkers to feed to her mouldy zombie acolytes (via her three sets of ectoplasm-oozing tits!); once fully revived, these manky minions seek out the reincarnation of Dawn, so that the witch can finish what she has started. Can Italian cop Billy and do-gooder Rev. James, the 20th century reincarnations of William and Henry, prevent her from succeeding?
Six breasts are better than two, as the old saying goes, but even with its triple-chested, zombie-suckling witch bitch, Necropolis proves to be a frustratingly dull slice of 80s schlock horror, with a dreadful script and uninspired direction from Bruce Hickey, and dire performances all round. There are, of course, a few giggles to be had from the sheer ineptitude of proceedings—Baker's embarrassingly bad impromptu interpretive dance routines are good for a laugh, as is the bloody decapitation of a zombie that continues to scream long after his noggin has gone—but when you're not sniggering, you'll probably be yawning.
3.5 out of 10, generously rounded up to four for IMDb.
Starring... no one who ever worked again!
JoeB13117 October 2012
Okay, I know I do this to myself by trolling Impact Free Movies.. but jeez, man, find something with some quality.
This is the kind of crap they put on the shelves of video stores (remember when we had video stores!) in the 1980's when they realized that there weren't enough new movies coming out The plot is a witch from the 17th century is killed, but then comes back to life to resurrect her cult. Unfortunately, while she's hot and has powers, her cult members are all kind of rotting and disgusting. This is why you don't join cults, kiddies.
No one in this movie can act. The lead actress does a bunch of scenes where she dances "seductively" to pad this turkey out.
This is the kind of crap they put on the shelves of video stores (remember when we had video stores!) in the 1980's when they realized that there weren't enough new movies coming out The plot is a witch from the 17th century is killed, but then comes back to life to resurrect her cult. Unfortunately, while she's hot and has powers, her cult members are all kind of rotting and disgusting. This is why you don't join cults, kiddies.
No one in this movie can act. The lead actress does a bunch of scenes where she dances "seductively" to pad this turkey out.
City of the Dead Ideas
NoDakTatum29 October 2023
In 1686 New Amsterdam -New York City to you and me- an evil witch tries to off a recently married virgin. She is stopped in the nick of time by the local townsfolk, but swears revenge. Fast forward 300 years, and through the rest of this movie, and the witch is back, as are all the townsfolk who tried to stop her before. You see, apparently when you are reincarnated, you are reincarnated as a group. The newly reincarnated include an embarrassing Italian detective, a cute spunky virgin reporter, and a priest who also believes in the reincarnation theory. The witch now needs to finish killing the virgin so she can become immortal- I think, since she is already 300 years old. She calls up a few devilish minions and wreaks havoc on the stereotypical underbelly of the Big Apple, stealing ectoplasm from humans after she kills them so she can feed her zombie friends. A frenzied climax and a "surprise" ending round out a perfectly awful film.
To begin with, the 1686 witch looks just like singer Bonnie Tyler. She does some kind of weird semi-topless dance during the ceremony that confirms that the Devil invented low-impact aerobics. In 1986 New York, she must find the Devil's ring so she can kill. The priest picked it up in a low-grade Satanic supply shop for no other reason than to move the plot forward. At one point in the film, and I am not making this up, the witch grows an additional four breasts so she can feed her zombie followers ectoplasm right from the source. The New Yawkers, trying to sound New Yawkian, are all portrayed as pimps, hookers, and junkies. They use ethnic dialogue from the last Cleopatra Jones movie to sound even more authentic. The spunky virgin reporter is from Britain, and succumbs to the charms of the "yo, Eddie" detective. Watch for the coroner character, who is supposed to be very gay and very funny. He does not do either well. The action scenes are awful, the ending is protracted, and the acting is abysmal. The film gets really gory, but the fake breast appendage is hilarious. "Necropolis" is the city of the dead, and the film is devoid of ideas. I would take another exit and find a better town to frequent.
To begin with, the 1686 witch looks just like singer Bonnie Tyler. She does some kind of weird semi-topless dance during the ceremony that confirms that the Devil invented low-impact aerobics. In 1986 New York, she must find the Devil's ring so she can kill. The priest picked it up in a low-grade Satanic supply shop for no other reason than to move the plot forward. At one point in the film, and I am not making this up, the witch grows an additional four breasts so she can feed her zombie followers ectoplasm right from the source. The New Yawkers, trying to sound New Yawkian, are all portrayed as pimps, hookers, and junkies. They use ethnic dialogue from the last Cleopatra Jones movie to sound even more authentic. The spunky virgin reporter is from Britain, and succumbs to the charms of the "yo, Eddie" detective. Watch for the coroner character, who is supposed to be very gay and very funny. He does not do either well. The action scenes are awful, the ending is protracted, and the acting is abysmal. The film gets really gory, but the fake breast appendage is hilarious. "Necropolis" is the city of the dead, and the film is devoid of ideas. I would take another exit and find a better town to frequent.
Where's Joel and the bots?
TheOldGuyFromHalloween312 November 2021
For a good bad time
rgibson1039 November 2006
Yes, we know it's a bad movie. It's a film called Necropolis that doesn't focus on a graveyard!
However, how many films have a six-breasted witch wet-nursing zombies with ectoplasm? This mid-range b-movie clunker's good for providing a mild chuckle or two, particularly for the "satanic" interpretive dance numbers.
This is nowhere near as painful as TROLL 2 or MANOS, not that that should be a recommendation. Once upon a time, people - read teenagers - used to rent low-grade horror for the t&a and softcore sex.
As cheese it's quite piquant, but I wouldn't call it the stinkiest of cheese, we're talking mediocre awful at best. For film masochists like myself, it's just barely a diversion that you'll probably forget most of after the second beer.
However, how many films have a six-breasted witch wet-nursing zombies with ectoplasm? This mid-range b-movie clunker's good for providing a mild chuckle or two, particularly for the "satanic" interpretive dance numbers.
This is nowhere near as painful as TROLL 2 or MANOS, not that that should be a recommendation. Once upon a time, people - read teenagers - used to rent low-grade horror for the t&a and softcore sex.
As cheese it's quite piquant, but I wouldn't call it the stinkiest of cheese, we're talking mediocre awful at best. For film masochists like myself, it's just barely a diversion that you'll probably forget most of after the second beer.
Great punchline.
dermotglennon-9651225 October 2023
You really need to watch right to the end, when he says "I thought you were dead" and she says... well, she says a really unintentionally funny punchline after all that you have just watched.
To be fair to the cast, some of them give their all; but, they are just copying better performances of, even by then, hackneyed tropes from the days of black 'n white and the code.
The film is a not so much a story, as a vague idea for a type of villain. It's not a bad idea for a villain. In fact had it been written a thousand times better and executed well, they could have made a movie as just a sequence of genuinely horrifying scenes and the flimsiest of plots and it would have been fine.
As it stands, all I will remember of the film is someone making lengthy sexual suggestions more boringly than if she were the shipping forecast man giving a discourse on telephone directory listings.
To be fair to the cast, some of them give their all; but, they are just copying better performances of, even by then, hackneyed tropes from the days of black 'n white and the code.
The film is a not so much a story, as a vague idea for a type of villain. It's not a bad idea for a villain. In fact had it been written a thousand times better and executed well, they could have made a movie as just a sequence of genuinely horrifying scenes and the flimsiest of plots and it would have been fine.
As it stands, all I will remember of the film is someone making lengthy sexual suggestions more boringly than if she were the shipping forecast man giving a discourse on telephone directory listings.
Lipstick, Powder And Paint!
jamesbourke5918 July 2011
When Empire Pictures folded back in the late 1980's Company founder Charles Band has often cited that the reason for his beloved company's demise was the many acquisitions that his company made.
One such pick up was this cheap and cheesy supernatural horror movie written and directed by Bruce Hickey, who as far as I can gather has never been tempted back to have another stab within the horror genre, of course for any of you out there who have actually sat through this movie, perhaps one bite of the cherry for Mr Hickey was more than enough for anyone to stomach.
However if you look beyond Bruce Hickey's initial involvement, the main point of interest for me was the man who produced the movie, that man of course being the legend that is Tim Kincaid, who was taking a career break from making gay porn to lend his name to this a few other choice Empire releases, remember such gems as Mutant Hunt & my own personal guilty pleasure Breeders.
The main star of this movie was LeeAnne Baker, who by all accounts was a personal favourite of Kincaid's as she turned up in nearly all of his low budget legitimate movies, whilst not overly endowed both in body and acting talent she did have that something special about her, and luckily given the lead role as Eva, the reincarnated witch, she goes about stealing virginity's all over the place.
A major highlight of the movie is when Baker's character suddenly develops multiple boobs and her minions of the night start to suckle upon her lady lumps, a seriously demented delight indeed.
The storyline doesn't hold much water, the sheer goofiness of it all makes it all quite endearing and the major attraction is of course LeeAnne wearing all her Lipstick, Powder & Paint, parading around the Goth chic you shouldn't cross for fear of your losing your mortal soul and virginity.
Charles Band's Empire may have vanished, but these pick up flicks that he chose to release straight to video are what made my teenage viewing all the more memorable.
A boobtastic 7/10
One such pick up was this cheap and cheesy supernatural horror movie written and directed by Bruce Hickey, who as far as I can gather has never been tempted back to have another stab within the horror genre, of course for any of you out there who have actually sat through this movie, perhaps one bite of the cherry for Mr Hickey was more than enough for anyone to stomach.
However if you look beyond Bruce Hickey's initial involvement, the main point of interest for me was the man who produced the movie, that man of course being the legend that is Tim Kincaid, who was taking a career break from making gay porn to lend his name to this a few other choice Empire releases, remember such gems as Mutant Hunt & my own personal guilty pleasure Breeders.
The main star of this movie was LeeAnne Baker, who by all accounts was a personal favourite of Kincaid's as she turned up in nearly all of his low budget legitimate movies, whilst not overly endowed both in body and acting talent she did have that something special about her, and luckily given the lead role as Eva, the reincarnated witch, she goes about stealing virginity's all over the place.
A major highlight of the movie is when Baker's character suddenly develops multiple boobs and her minions of the night start to suckle upon her lady lumps, a seriously demented delight indeed.
The storyline doesn't hold much water, the sheer goofiness of it all makes it all quite endearing and the major attraction is of course LeeAnne wearing all her Lipstick, Powder & Paint, parading around the Goth chic you shouldn't cross for fear of your losing your mortal soul and virginity.
Charles Band's Empire may have vanished, but these pick up flicks that he chose to release straight to video are what made my teenage viewing all the more memorable.
A boobtastic 7/10
Necropolis
gavcrimson7 October 2020
Where else are you going to see a New York punk babe (who is in fact the reincarnation of a 17th century witch) expose her breasts, use her occult powers to grow four more breasts and then breast feed zombies?
Tim Kincaid's gooey handprints are all over this film. Although he was only the producer in this instance, Necropolis fits in well with the mid-1980s NYC sleaze of Kincaid's Breeders, Bad Girls Dormitory, Mutant Hunt etc etc
Kincaid came from the netherworld of 1970s gay porn (as "Joe Gage"). Followed by a stint in exploitation film distribution, releasing older titles like 'Psycho from Texas' and 'Kill and Go Hide' through his New American Films company in the early 1980s. A background that served Kincaid well when it came to knowing exactly what buttons to push for grindhouse audiences. Although his mixture of sleaze and slime often pushed the envelope a little too far when it came to the comparatively conservative confines of 1980s horror fandom. Most famously when Fangoria published a still from Breeders (depicting several naked women bathing in some suspiciously sperm like alien slime) the backlash against which directly led to the magazine's self imposed ban on female nudity. An air of sexual subversion is also strong in Necropolis, its anti-heroine Eva (LeeAnne Baker) is an outaragous Alicia Bridges type leather clad lesbian, who might use her sexuality to lure men to their deaths, but isn't also above seducing their girlfriends as well. Comic relief in the film is provided by a queeny mortuary attendant. Eva's purpose in the film, to avenge herself on the modern day descendants of the peeps who put her to death in the 17th century, places her at odds with the burgeoning heterosexual romance between an Italian-American cop and a British radio personality, whose union Eva had similarly foiled back in the 17th century. In another startlingly scene, one of Eva's intended victims turns out to be an ex-junkie and male prostitute, who insists he is straight and defensively claims to have only sold himself to men for money. An Achilles' heel that Eva hilariously turns on the guy, planting the suggestion in his head that the kindly priest who is trying to help him kick his drug habit, is only after his body instead. As with Kincaid's Breeders, the major force for good in the film...the aforementioned priest...is played by an African-American actor, another atypical touch for an 1980s horror film.
Kincaid made Necropolis in association with Charles Band's Empire Pictures. A union that also produced Breeders, Mutant Hunt, Robot Holocaust and the urban action film Enemy Territory. Films whose graffiti sprayed, crack era NYC atmosphere always seemed a little at odds with Band's preference for picturesque L.A or Italian location shooting. As well as the relatively kiddie friendly, fantasy fare that Band's name has become synonymous with. Something that didn't stop Band from making a remake/sequel to the film 'Necropolis: Legion' last year, presumably for all the people who've been patiently waiting 33 years for a follow-up.
Necropolis' love of sticky bodily fluids -Eva is fond of suggestively licking ectoplasm off her fingers- suggests though that there was a part of Joe Gage that Tim Kincaid never forgot. The film's centrepiece, Eva growing multiple breasts, lactating slime and being suckled by her undead followers, might not be able to quite top the 'sperm bath' sequence in Breeders, but it can't be accused of not trying, and I doubt Fangoria were in any rush to feature that particular moment within their pages.
Tim Kincaid's gooey handprints are all over this film. Although he was only the producer in this instance, Necropolis fits in well with the mid-1980s NYC sleaze of Kincaid's Breeders, Bad Girls Dormitory, Mutant Hunt etc etc
Kincaid came from the netherworld of 1970s gay porn (as "Joe Gage"). Followed by a stint in exploitation film distribution, releasing older titles like 'Psycho from Texas' and 'Kill and Go Hide' through his New American Films company in the early 1980s. A background that served Kincaid well when it came to knowing exactly what buttons to push for grindhouse audiences. Although his mixture of sleaze and slime often pushed the envelope a little too far when it came to the comparatively conservative confines of 1980s horror fandom. Most famously when Fangoria published a still from Breeders (depicting several naked women bathing in some suspiciously sperm like alien slime) the backlash against which directly led to the magazine's self imposed ban on female nudity. An air of sexual subversion is also strong in Necropolis, its anti-heroine Eva (LeeAnne Baker) is an outaragous Alicia Bridges type leather clad lesbian, who might use her sexuality to lure men to their deaths, but isn't also above seducing their girlfriends as well. Comic relief in the film is provided by a queeny mortuary attendant. Eva's purpose in the film, to avenge herself on the modern day descendants of the peeps who put her to death in the 17th century, places her at odds with the burgeoning heterosexual romance between an Italian-American cop and a British radio personality, whose union Eva had similarly foiled back in the 17th century. In another startlingly scene, one of Eva's intended victims turns out to be an ex-junkie and male prostitute, who insists he is straight and defensively claims to have only sold himself to men for money. An Achilles' heel that Eva hilariously turns on the guy, planting the suggestion in his head that the kindly priest who is trying to help him kick his drug habit, is only after his body instead. As with Kincaid's Breeders, the major force for good in the film...the aforementioned priest...is played by an African-American actor, another atypical touch for an 1980s horror film.
Kincaid made Necropolis in association with Charles Band's Empire Pictures. A union that also produced Breeders, Mutant Hunt, Robot Holocaust and the urban action film Enemy Territory. Films whose graffiti sprayed, crack era NYC atmosphere always seemed a little at odds with Band's preference for picturesque L.A or Italian location shooting. As well as the relatively kiddie friendly, fantasy fare that Band's name has become synonymous with. Something that didn't stop Band from making a remake/sequel to the film 'Necropolis: Legion' last year, presumably for all the people who've been patiently waiting 33 years for a follow-up.
Necropolis' love of sticky bodily fluids -Eva is fond of suggestively licking ectoplasm off her fingers- suggests though that there was a part of Joe Gage that Tim Kincaid never forgot. The film's centrepiece, Eva growing multiple breasts, lactating slime and being suckled by her undead followers, might not be able to quite top the 'sperm bath' sequence in Breeders, but it can't be accused of not trying, and I doubt Fangoria were in any rush to feature that particular moment within their pages.
Boring biker bit bites big'un!
TexasSleuth16 July 1999
This movie is a Great Waste of Time! A tired witch turned punk-rock bimbo tries to keep her youth (Duhh!) by sacrificing a virgin in New York City, but seems to have a bit of a problem finding one. I never have understood *why* a virgin has to be (a) female, (b) teen-aged; and, (c) pretty! However, if you want to see more of the same with the obligatory T&A - here's your chance! Poor acting, sloppy direction and choppy scenes. I hate to mention that the sound quality also seems to be lacking! Don't bother!
Beamed from another plane of reality
BandSAboutMovies6 October 2019
Warning: Spoilers
The poster art for Necropolis has called out to me many times and I've just never found the time. Now, I'm sad that I didn't get to this sooner. This movie can't be from our Earth. It's too odd to be made by human hands. It's oddly perfect, the kind of movie that I become an evangelist about and beg people to watch it. Then, they never get it like I do and think I'm insane.
Necropolis is a one and done movie written and directed by Bruce Hickie, who I assume is from some parallel Earth, because it's the only way I can understand the creation of this film. It was originally released by Empire Pictures before Lightning Video put it out on VHS and then it was later re-released by Vestron. My copy came by way of Full Moon, whose Grindhouse line has been re-releasing some awesome stuff.
Sometime back in the 1600's, a witch named Eva (LeeAnne Baker, who was in Breeders and Mutant Hunt looking like every punk rock dream of my teenage years) abducts Dawn from her wedding ceremony and attempts to sacrifice her to the Lords of the Flies before Henry, a former slave, breaks on in and banishes her to Hell. Eva lets everyone know that she'll get her revenge.
Now, Eva has returned to the streets of New York, sexing and killing her way through all manner of victims to get her Devil's Ring back from the reincarnated Henry, who is now a street preacher who helps junkies get off smack. Meanwhile, Dawn is back as a reporter - saying everything as deadpan as possible in a British accent - while Billy is a New York cop. Everyone in this movie is as stereotypical as possible except Eva, who is really the heroine of the film to me. I'm all for her wiping every single one of them off the face of the Earth, even if we never really get a reason and even when she does, it just means she gets to walk the streets of New York City and look cool smoking a cigarette.
Let me tell you, you've never seen a film where a street priest who has an office in a closet and uses crosses make of sticks to repel evil battles an evil witch - who looks like Tianna Collins or Lois Ayres - that eats the goo of human brains and then uses it to nurse demons from her six breasts.
There are all levels of acting in this movie. Some folks read their lines like legitimate actors while others are clearly reading off of a cue card plastered to the wall. The effect is kind of mesmerizing, to be honest.
Much like Night Killer, this is one of those movies where I was screaming at the screen "I love this movie!" within minutes of it starting. There are also moments in the movie where Eva just starts dancing for no reason and I love each and every time that happens. In fact, I wish she danced throughout the entire film. She spends most of the movie making people kill themselves or have sex with her, which of course ends with them dying.
Also, this movie was made with all the budget and aesthetic quality of a Rinse Dream or Dark Brothers adult film. I mean that as the highest of all compliments. Seriously, this is the movie that I will be forcing people to watch with me for the rest of the year and well beyond.
Full Moon is making a sequel/remake/reimagining of this later this year called Necropolis: Legion. It doesn't look anywhere near as fun as the original, but there are lactating evil breasts with mouths for nipples in the trailer, so watch at work at your own peril.
Necropolis is a one and done movie written and directed by Bruce Hickie, who I assume is from some parallel Earth, because it's the only way I can understand the creation of this film. It was originally released by Empire Pictures before Lightning Video put it out on VHS and then it was later re-released by Vestron. My copy came by way of Full Moon, whose Grindhouse line has been re-releasing some awesome stuff.
Sometime back in the 1600's, a witch named Eva (LeeAnne Baker, who was in Breeders and Mutant Hunt looking like every punk rock dream of my teenage years) abducts Dawn from her wedding ceremony and attempts to sacrifice her to the Lords of the Flies before Henry, a former slave, breaks on in and banishes her to Hell. Eva lets everyone know that she'll get her revenge.
Now, Eva has returned to the streets of New York, sexing and killing her way through all manner of victims to get her Devil's Ring back from the reincarnated Henry, who is now a street preacher who helps junkies get off smack. Meanwhile, Dawn is back as a reporter - saying everything as deadpan as possible in a British accent - while Billy is a New York cop. Everyone in this movie is as stereotypical as possible except Eva, who is really the heroine of the film to me. I'm all for her wiping every single one of them off the face of the Earth, even if we never really get a reason and even when she does, it just means she gets to walk the streets of New York City and look cool smoking a cigarette.
Let me tell you, you've never seen a film where a street priest who has an office in a closet and uses crosses make of sticks to repel evil battles an evil witch - who looks like Tianna Collins or Lois Ayres - that eats the goo of human brains and then uses it to nurse demons from her six breasts.
There are all levels of acting in this movie. Some folks read their lines like legitimate actors while others are clearly reading off of a cue card plastered to the wall. The effect is kind of mesmerizing, to be honest.
Much like Night Killer, this is one of those movies where I was screaming at the screen "I love this movie!" within minutes of it starting. There are also moments in the movie where Eva just starts dancing for no reason and I love each and every time that happens. In fact, I wish she danced throughout the entire film. She spends most of the movie making people kill themselves or have sex with her, which of course ends with them dying.
Also, this movie was made with all the budget and aesthetic quality of a Rinse Dream or Dark Brothers adult film. I mean that as the highest of all compliments. Seriously, this is the movie that I will be forcing people to watch with me for the rest of the year and well beyond.
Full Moon is making a sequel/remake/reimagining of this later this year called Necropolis: Legion. It doesn't look anywhere near as fun as the original, but there are lactating evil breasts with mouths for nipples in the trailer, so watch at work at your own peril.
A choice chunk of 80's horror junk
Woodyanders7 May 2014
Warning: Spoilers
Evil witch Eva (robustly played with lip-licking wicked relish by slinky blonde stunner LeeAnn Baker) gets burned at the stake in the late 1600's. However, Eva gets reincarnated in 1980's New York City as a spiky punker babe with the ability to manipulate people's minds and suck out their life force. Boy, does this delectably dreadful doozy possess all the right wrong stuff to rate as a real four-star stinkeroonie: The clunky (mis)direction by Bruce Hickey (who also wrote the seriously idiotic and nonsensical script), cheesy roaring 80's rock soundtrack, tacky gore, terrible acting from a lame no-name cast (Michael Conte wins the top thespic dishonors with his extremely grating portrayal of the obnoxious Italian cop hero), the gaudy Greed Decade fashions and hairstyles, tin-eared dialogue, a botched climatic raid on Eva's underground lair, and groan-inducing "it ain't over yet!" sequel set-up non-ending all provide a wealth of unintentional belly laughs. Better yet, 80's flash-in-the-pan East Coast exploitation fixture Baker makes the most out of her lone showy starring role: This lithe'n'luscious minx not only looks blazing hot in trashy black threads, but also busts some gnarly dance moves, utters plenty of paint-peeling harsh profanity (including the c-word!), and even at one wonderfully wacky point grows two additional sets of breasts (!) so she can nurse her robed zombie minions. Don Great's funky-throbbing synthesizer score hits the get-down groovy spot. The grungy New York City locations add a little gritty urban flavor. A total schlocky hoot.
Sabrina the Punk Rock Witch!
lowlandermg14 July 2023
Someone or something is sucking the life force out of these people.
A whiskey stream of consciousness review.
17th century Satanic witch reincarnates into 1987 punk rocker to wreak havoc on humanity. Seeks a ring of power and finds a bunch of CHUD like followers in the sewers of New York to follow her. There is even a scene which gives a new anatomical definition for the term Six-pack. Witch has the same Thriller dance moves in the 1987 and 1687. Miller High life dancing occult shipowner guy is hilarious. I don't think the director has ever heard of reverse camera shots for dialogue scenes though. The film gets better as it goes. Love Michael Conte's performance as "My lips are soft" Billy the detective. If Chachi and Carlito Brigante had a baby... Lots of gooey scenes involving slime you used to play with in the 80s. Vulgar, grotesque, black humor rivaling Troma and Bad Moon films. Did I mention the CHUD zombies? Tight and Amusing. I can also sleep easy at night knowing that the CHUD zombies are being well fed. Enjoyed with a dram of Knob Creek single barrel and my Amazon parrot Squatcho. Squatcho says the CHUDs look like his bum. Cheers!
A whiskey stream of consciousness review.
17th century Satanic witch reincarnates into 1987 punk rocker to wreak havoc on humanity. Seeks a ring of power and finds a bunch of CHUD like followers in the sewers of New York to follow her. There is even a scene which gives a new anatomical definition for the term Six-pack. Witch has the same Thriller dance moves in the 1987 and 1687. Miller High life dancing occult shipowner guy is hilarious. I don't think the director has ever heard of reverse camera shots for dialogue scenes though. The film gets better as it goes. Love Michael Conte's performance as "My lips are soft" Billy the detective. If Chachi and Carlito Brigante had a baby... Lots of gooey scenes involving slime you used to play with in the 80s. Vulgar, grotesque, black humor rivaling Troma and Bad Moon films. Did I mention the CHUD zombies? Tight and Amusing. I can also sleep easy at night knowing that the CHUD zombies are being well fed. Enjoyed with a dram of Knob Creek single barrel and my Amazon parrot Squatcho. Squatcho says the CHUDs look like his bum. Cheers!
Low budget junk is plain out awful!!
bigpappa1--210 August 2000
A 300 year old motorcycle riding punk witch looks for a virgin sacrifice in order to keep her youth.
Tries for style but falls flat on its face with some of the most inept writing, direction, and acting ever. This movie is one painful experience to set through. And the ending leaves an open door for a sequel, but think goodness one hasn't been made!! My rating: 1 out of 10.
Rated R for Strong Violence, Nudity, Language, Mild Sexual Content, Adult Themes, and a woman with more then two breasts. 77 minutes. It seems more like 2 hours though.
Tries for style but falls flat on its face with some of the most inept writing, direction, and acting ever. This movie is one painful experience to set through. And the ending leaves an open door for a sequel, but think goodness one hasn't been made!! My rating: 1 out of 10.
Rated R for Strong Violence, Nudity, Language, Mild Sexual Content, Adult Themes, and a woman with more then two breasts. 77 minutes. It seems more like 2 hours though.
* out of 4.
brandonsites198122 August 2002
Satanic witch from the 1600's is reincarnated as an 80's punker with a short blond hair cut, biker clothes, a motorcycle, and heavy make-up. She sets up her cult in the ghetto's of New York and kills people in order to retain her youth and to make her cult stronger. Has some weird effects and a few original moments, but from a techinical point of view it's the pits. Editing that lets things drag & becoming boring and a low budget mainly sink this effort.
Rated R; Nudity & Violence.
Rated R; Nudity & Violence.
Embarrassingly poor Big Apple supernatural flick
lor_20 April 2023
My review was written in May 1987 after a screening at Liberty theater on Manhattan's 42nd St.
"Necropolis" poses the thorny question: how does Empire pictures' brass decide which of their films will be released theatrically? This meager, N. Y.-lensed effort is far below the level of quality of several of Empire's recent direct-to-video releases, yet it popped up unannounced on 42nd Street on a triple bill to bore the pants off a horror-hungry audience. Home viewers at least will have a fast-forward option.
By an unfortunate application of the Peter Principle, erstwhile bit player LeeAnne Baker graduates to a leading role here, sashaying trashily through "Necropolis" as a 300-plus-year-old devil worshiper, preying upon New Yorkers to suck out their lifeforce. It seems, per a ludicrously cheap prolog set in New Amsterdam in 1686, that she was interrupted in a satanic ritual and must now complete it in order to obtain eternal lif for herself and a grisly bunch of ghouls. Most interesting gimmick is an Ed French makeup effect giving Baker three sets of breasts with which to sucklethe ghouls with the genre's requisite (ever since "Alien") daily requirement of KY jelly.
Al Pacino-lookalike Michael Conte unconvincingly plays the cop on the case, while British-accented Jacquie Fitz is a bland heroine and William K. Reed the neighborhood black reverend, ever ready with a set of wooden crosses to stake Baker and her ghouls.
Campiest material has b aker, looking hideous with short-cropped platinum blonde hairdo, eyelids covered in black, garbed in trashy black outfits emulating Vanity and Madonna, doing exotic dnces by herself without warning. Under Bruce Hickey's limp and static direction, even this isn't funny on a camp level.
"Necropolis" poses the thorny question: how does Empire pictures' brass decide which of their films will be released theatrically? This meager, N. Y.-lensed effort is far below the level of quality of several of Empire's recent direct-to-video releases, yet it popped up unannounced on 42nd Street on a triple bill to bore the pants off a horror-hungry audience. Home viewers at least will have a fast-forward option.
By an unfortunate application of the Peter Principle, erstwhile bit player LeeAnne Baker graduates to a leading role here, sashaying trashily through "Necropolis" as a 300-plus-year-old devil worshiper, preying upon New Yorkers to suck out their lifeforce. It seems, per a ludicrously cheap prolog set in New Amsterdam in 1686, that she was interrupted in a satanic ritual and must now complete it in order to obtain eternal lif for herself and a grisly bunch of ghouls. Most interesting gimmick is an Ed French makeup effect giving Baker three sets of breasts with which to sucklethe ghouls with the genre's requisite (ever since "Alien") daily requirement of KY jelly.
Al Pacino-lookalike Michael Conte unconvincingly plays the cop on the case, while British-accented Jacquie Fitz is a bland heroine and William K. Reed the neighborhood black reverend, ever ready with a set of wooden crosses to stake Baker and her ghouls.
Campiest material has b aker, looking hideous with short-cropped platinum blonde hairdo, eyelids covered in black, garbed in trashy black outfits emulating Vanity and Madonna, doing exotic dnces by herself without warning. Under Bruce Hickey's limp and static direction, even this isn't funny on a camp level.
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