Review – The House on Skull Mountain

I was a little surprised by this movie. The description made it sound like a run-of-the-mill “it’s de voodoo, I tells ya” exploitation picture, and at least to an extent it was. But it also featured black actors playing non-stereotypical roles and delivering lines in standard English. Indeed, the one character who fits in with Hollywood’s notion of black people in 1974 sticks out like a sore thumb. Plus it’s set in Atlanta, which also helped challenge a few voodoo clichés. Beyond that, unfortunately, this isn’t a particularly good movie. It falls especially flat in the last half hour, when we’re treated to the Most Boring Voodoo Ceremony Ever immediately followed by the Most Poorly Choreographed Machete Fight Ever. Mildly amusing