Plot: Dr. Muldavo (John Francis) is the leader of a bizarre cult and he needs a suitable female to be at his side, as he fulfills his dark destiny of evil. He will indeed be given a queen, as chosen by the cult’s most trusted priestess. She has seen the woman, a married housewife named Maya (Lisa Christian). One of the cult members happens to be friends with Maya and her husband George (Paul Barry), but Arthur (James Procter) is somewhat hesitant about turning his friends over the darkness. But using a photograph of Maya, the cult performs a ritual that awakens a new side of Maya and causes her vagina to feel quite warm to the touch. She now has a stronger sex drive and a darker mindset, which causes George to become concerned. Will Maya be indoctrinated into the cult or can George find a way to rescue his beloved?

Entertainment Value: There is some semblance of a narrative in Legacy of Satan, but this is more like a bad acid trip than a movie. But that’s not all bad, as the film does have some fun, odd elements. A mysterious cult, imbibing of blood, a weird oatmeal face person, and the bleeding eyes of a portrait, plus more. The movie has a glacial pace, which makes even the short (about 70 minutes) duration drag at times, but it is peppered with so many strange moments, I was never bored or listless. Of course, I like watching low rent cultists spout gibberish about the occult, so I am perhaps quite biased. Lisa Christian is a lot of fun here, in a turn that is equal parts ice cold and off the rails. She likes rough sex and cutting herself at the dinner table, not to mention dialogue that makes little to no sense. In other words, a fantastic performance. This is not one for the masses, but if you love rituals, cults, and nonsense, put on your moon necklace and watch Legacy of Satan.

No nakedness. I do think this was an oversight, as sleaze seems right at home within this kind of flick, but sadly, no naked girls in this one. The blood quotient is low, with no even kind of graphic bloodshed. But we do see a person with an oatmeal covered face and when a dude gets sliced with a sword, his face looks like a paper mache project. Which I really enjoyed, as it fit nicely with the rest of the weird shit in this movie. The dialogue is pretty out there, between the goofy religious manifestos and Christian’s performance. She is a lot of fun to watch and those who like rituals/cults should get a kick of the gibberish spouted by the cultists here. The insanity in this one is high, for the numerous reasons I’ve covered and more. The music is synth chaos, which is awesome and who doesn’t love a light up sword, right? And a guy’s face slowly turns into a pizza.

Nudity: 0/10

Blood: 2/10

Dialogue: 5/10

Overall Insanity: 7/10