It's a mild crowd pleaser for people who are exhausted by blockbusters.

Fanciful, disturbing, and wildly original, it announces the arrival of a fresh, bold voice in American cinema.

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

One of the most extraordinary films you will see this year. Take that as you want.

Mainly appalling nonsense about an island where the Occult is causing numerous gruesome deaths and furore. Director Tim Kincaid made four movies for Full Moon, the others being 'Breeders'; 'Robot Holocaust' and 'Mutant Hunt' - all seem to be fairly independent films relying on Full Moon primarily for funding/releasing. 'The Occultist' features many of the cast and crew of Kincaid's earlier 'Bad Girls' Dormitory' and despite showcasing some good effects (courtesy of Ed French) and disjointed but fairly cool music from Guy Moon (Including excerpts from his 'Sorority Babes in the Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama' and 'Creepozoids') and then regular Full Moon composer Carl Dante (bits of his 'Cellar Dweller' score are used here too). Kincaid came from Gay porn to make a few sci-fi movies took a ten year break and then became a full time gay porn director for company Titan (a mere coincidence and nothing to do with Charles Band's Titan Productions company who made this film). Though only 80 minutes the film never seems to end, the acting is terrible, the script with many feeble jokes tiresome and the entire film a cocktail of many scenes which barely relate to any reasonable story.

Grab some popcorn, drink a full sixpack, grab some friends that have a long pain threshold, and sit through this one without throwing popcorn everywhere - I dare you.This movie was written by someone who shouldn't have gotten out of bed that morning. The dialogue rivals the worst porn movies. Acting? Schmacting.Of course, a man who has weapons hidden throughout his body is an interesting premise, interesting in the way that makes you want to chew on the sofa arm and dribble mindlessly.I only recommend watching this movie for one reason - see it for the scene in the public lavatory where, in the middle of doing what boys do in public lavatories, Waldo Warren turns around (suspecting quite rightly that someone is hiding in one of the cubicles and is planning to kill him) and transforms his manhood into a high calibre fully automatic machine gun, waving his wang left and right and riddling the whole place with bullets. He zips himself up, walks out.After that, if you have more time to waste on this movie - you have serious issues. Turn off the TV and go outside. Drink more beer. Anything. Just run, Forrest, run.