The film makes a home in your brain and the only cure is to see it again.

All of these films share one commonality, that being a kind of emotional center that humanizes a cast of monsters.

It is interesting even when nothing much happens, which is for most of its 3-hour running time. Read full review

The film may be flawed, but its message is not.

Satanic cult leader/Catholic priest Thomas Seaton (William Beckwith) has wealthy follower George Parkman (Max Jacobs) prepare to offer a human sacrifice to Satan on December 21st with his virginal grand-daughter Alexandra (Christine Moore). Parkman's reason for contribution is twofold - he hopes to restore his immortality for another 13 years and he also is hoping to unseat Seaton (say that name out loud three times). The only people who can stop it are Alex's long-suffering boyfriend Bill King (Tim Gail) and undercover nun in the sect Sister Angela (Mavis Harris). Who better to spend Christmas Eve with than Roberta Findlay? This was Findlay's next-to-last film and her last horror film. It is just like her other stuff from this era - cheap, quickly thrown together, and full of bad actors. But it still has that Findlay charm and she can still work a camera great. There are some nice, wintry NYC locations and we even get a horse drawn carriage ride through Central Park (where Alexandra explains she is frigid because her father sold her to perverts; poor Bill). Ed French supplied what little effects there are for the finale, which involves all the satanists aging (not very effectively) after Satan (in the form of a 3-ft puppet that would make the GHOULIES laugh) is stabbed on his altar.

A coven of devil-worshiping monks living in New York City search for relatives to serve as victims for their sacrificial ceremonies that can help them achieve immortality. Will they finally meet their doom in present-day (1980s) New York City? Dann Carr (Gary Warner), homicide, is awesome. "He was murdered last night." "Are you sure? I just saw him yesterday." "He's not breathing, he wouldn't talk to me. My guess is he's dead." Beyond that, I guess the film was just alright.People are bashing it, saying it is horrible and the rating is not very good on this title. Well, I am not going to say it is the best thing since corn dogs, but these people need to see more bad films. I have seen a lot worse than this...I liked the concept that a blood relation sacrificed would gain you thirteen years without aging, and to keep making sacrifices would keep you going indefinitely. But, I am curious, how close must a "blood relation" be? Once you move to third or fourth cousins, you could find hundreds or thousands of possible victims...

A nasty sect of evil monks led by the sinister Father Thomas Seaton (dreadfully overplayed with shameless eye-rolling hammy brio by William Beckwith) sacrifice virgins every thirteen years in order to appease Lucifer and remain immortal for perpetuity. The sect plans on carving up sweet, but repressed goody-goody two shoes social worker Alexandra Parkman (the singularly woeful Christine Moore) on the altar. Brave nun Sister Angela (a hopelessly dire performance by Mavis Harris) infiltrates the cult so she can put a stop to these foul heathens once and for all. Misdirected with alarming ineptitude by Roberta Findley (who also did the surprisingly passable cinematography), with a hackneyed script by Ed Kelleher and Hariette Vidal (for example, the devil worshipers are your standard bunch of creepy folks in black hoods and robes chanting wicked incantations), a poky pace, a generic ooga-booga shivery and ominous score by Walter E. Sear, clunky dialogue ("He's not breathing; he wouldn't talk to me. My guess is he's dead"), a few clumsily staged fight scenes, a generous sprinkling of tasty gratuitous female nudity, and a last reel appearance by a laughably hokey rubbery puppet Satan, this admittedly lousy, yet still oddly entertaining tripe certainly possesses the right wrong stuff to rate as an amusingly awful clunker. The lame no-name cast all fail to impress with their uniformly atrocious acting, with top thespic dishonors going to Max Jacobs as Alexandra's scheming, diabolical grandfather George Parkman, the ever-foxy Ruth Collins as reformed junkie Cathy, Tim Gail as Alexandra's stolid assistant college professor fiancé Bill King, George Krause as hulking psycho lackey Ben, Amy Brentano as Alexandra's ditsy gal pal Brett, Jeanne Marie as bitter foul-mouthed teenage hooker Judy, and Gary Warner as drippy Detective Dann Carr. Ed French provides some nifty gore and gnarly make-up f/x. A deliciously cruddy Grade Z hoot.

Over the years, I've seen my fair share of really bad movies. But none can compare with Prime Evil. I bow down before thee oh King of Garbage. It's the worst of the worst. I literally despise this movie with every fiber of my being.The story, although it doesn't really matter, starts with a 13th Century monk who turns to Satanism in exchange for immortality. He slaughters the other monks who refuse to join him. Switch to present day and the monk, now in the persona of Father Seaton (get it, Seaton/Satan - oh how clever), oversees a large cult of followers. Each is also promised immortality in 13 year blocks if they are willing to give Father Seaton a "pure" blood relation for sacrifice to Satan. The 13 year period for one member is coming to an end. He has a "pure" granddaughter that would make an ideal candidate for sacrifice. But the Church and the police are onto the cult's activities. Can they stop Father Seaton before another person dies? Every aspect of this movie is bad. I've racked my brain and I cannot come up with one positive thing to say. The acting is terrible, the story is lame, the muppet Satan is ridiculous, and the whole thing is a complete and utter bore. And none of it is bad in that so bad it's good sort of way. I defy anyone to find a scrap of entertainment in Prime Evil.