To me, this movie is perfection.

Blistering performances.

It’s not bad or unwatchable but despite the amplitude of the spectacle, the end result is underwhelming.

what a terribly boring film. I'm sorry but this is absolutely not deserving of best picture and will be forgotten quickly. Entertaining and engaging cinema? No. Nothing performances with flat faces and mistaking silence for subtlety.

A woman arrives at a rural English village to take up a role as a teacher at a school. She has not long recovered from the mental trauma of experiencing voodoo rituals close at hand when she had previously worked in deepest Africa and before long she finds that the inhabitants of her new home are acting in strange ways that serve as a reminder of the sinister encounters with black magic that haunt her past.The Witches is quite an unusual film from the British production company Hammer. While it did fall under their typical horror bracket, it was considerably more subtle in approach and starred an actress who had been on the Hollywood A-list, even winning an Oscar, namely Joan Fontaine. In fact, she owned the film rights to the novel 'The Devil's Own' by Peter Curtis on which this film was based and it was Hammer who she ultimately turned to in order to get it made. It was adapted for the screen by genre specialist Nigel Kneale who wrote the scripts for the three 'Quatermass' movies for Hammer. Despite the names involved it's a film which doesn't seem to have connected with audiences at the time and was unsuccessful at the box office. Nowadays, it seems to have a bit of a mixed reputation, with some finding it tame and poorly executed, while others liking its more atypical attributes. I've seen it twice now and have moved from being someone in the former category into one in the latter. At first I did find it underwhelming but I am glad I gave it a second chance as a further viewing made me realise that this one has an interesting ambiance and overall tone which I found to be nicely different from what Hammer normally went with.Being a story about witchcraft, it could be categorised alongside two other Hammer productions in The Devil Rides Out (1968) and To the Devil a Daughter (1976) but it has more in common with the non-Hammer British cult classic The Wicker Man (1973) on account of its sunny countryside setting populated with slightly oddball locals and occult sacrifice hovering in the background. I'm not going to pretend that this one is close to being as good as that stellar movie though, but it should be acknowledged that it was playing around with some similar ideas seven years before it. Whatever the case, this still has some good things about it. For one thing, I loved the tranquil setting, which was a nicely unusual location for a coven of witches to inhabit. It made for a change to play the events out in the sunny afternoon, as opposed to the more expected dead of night. The witch idea itself was one with a lot of merit too, with little clues and weird undercurrents being used to sign-post the occult as opposed to the less subtle approach that Hammer usually used. It could probably be said that the denouncement could have been better executed perhaps and there maybe could have been a little more suspense overall but I thought that on the whole this one's understated approach and sun-kissed English countryside setting had me intrigued and involved. Definitely one of the more unusual Hammer productions out there and that is not exactly a bad thing.

Joan Fontaine, in her last theatrical film, stars as a teacher who has been on a sabbatical because on her previous job, she was traumatized by natives in some remote village who were practicing voodoo and witchcraft. To move forward and away from such things, she takes a new post working for Kay Walsh and her minister-brother. But he's no longer a man of the cloth. That's very mysterious. In fact, just when Joan was trying to not find trouble, it finds her. A young boy and girl in love are told to stay away from each other and its dramatic turn leads to turmoil for Joan. What started out as a somewhat interesting and promising little film seems to go awry with out-of-control antics. On the whole, I'm not much of a horror buff, but I do like the early black-and-white ones of the genre, like The Haunting, etc., where less is more. (In fact, I was only watching this because it was a Joan Fontaine film.) And, while it would have stayed on my to-watch list until I watched it, I still feel like it was essentially a waste of time, considering the disappointing and silly resolution. If you're a Joan Fontaine fan, this is one film that doesn't fit in with her usual roster of good films and could definitely be missed. Period.

No need to recap the plot.Except for the hokey demon in the opening, the first part is nicely understated. Life at the English school seems normal enough even if the business with the dolls is a little unsettling. As a result, we can't be sure what's developing, which for me generates suspense since we know something sinister is afoot but can't be sure what. Frankly, I wish the movie's remainder had remained in this understated vein, with a creepy upshot instead of the wildly misguided finale.With an actress of Fontaine's caliber, it would have been possible to develop this dark psychological aspect, which, for example, is nicely done at the rest home, but soon gives way to silly high-priestess antics (Bax). I guess Hammer figured audiences expected a big lurid payoff leaving nothing to the imagination, which is just what they provided. Anyway, the film's colorfully set in the English countryside, and smoothly directed by Frankel. But for those of us that believe the most effective horror lies in an aroused imagination, the movie proves an ultimate disappointment.

In an unintentionally hilarious opening, tightly-wound schoolteacher Joan Fontaine (as Gwen Mayfield) is sent to the nut-house after a giant voodoo doll storms unexpectedly onto the set. Out of Africa, Ms. Fontaine recovers her faculties and begins working in a British school run by writer Kay Walsh (as Stephanie Bax) and priestly brother Alec McCowen (as Alan). Eyebrows are raised when sexy student Ingrid Brett (as Linda Rigg) comes close to copulating with sensitive school peer Martin Stephens (as Ronnie Dowsett). Before they can consummate, Fontaine finds a voodoo doll in the fork of a tree...Not coincidently, the town coven's head witch needs a virgin sacrifice. During her saner moments, Fontaine tries to unravel the mystery of "The Witches" (also named, after the original novel, "The Devil's Own"). For most of the running time, the storyline bores; it ends in monumental silliness. Arching her left eyebrow above all others, Fontaine acts to the hilt, while Ms. Walsh saves herself for later. Gwen Ffrangcon Davies (as "Granny" Rigg) has fun making creepy faces at director Cyril Frankel. Also known as Ingrid Boulting, Ms. Britt wiggles around like she wants to rip her clothes off - but she never does.**** The Witches (11/21/66) Cyril Frankel ~ Joan Fontaine, Kay Walsh, Alec McCowen, Ingrid Brett