Review – Burn, Witch, Burn

I have the same problem with this movie as I do with the old TV series Bewitched: if you found out your wife was a practicing witch who could actually do magic, why the hell would you tell her not to? A woman who can zap steak dinners onto the table and Cadillacs into the garage? What’s not to like? And in this case the question is even more urgent, as the practices to which hubby objects so strongly are the only things keeping him from being torn apart by evil spirits conjured by a work rival. Originally released as Night of the Eagle (which makes it sound more like a war movie), this dreary little English horror picture plays more like an episode of The Twilight Zone than an actual feature. Mildly amusing