A year before the infamous Salem witch trails plagued Massachusetts in the Spring of 1692 , a malignant manifestation of the blackest of magic was festering just to the south. Offering a 17th century backdrop that coincides with a historical pox outbreak, the audio-visual grimoire that is 1989’s Warlock conjures the audience to Boston, circa 1691. This tale of witchcraft and sorcery pits a John Wickian-esque witch hunter, Giles Redferne (RIchard E. Grant) against the son of Satan himself, the titular Warlock, portrayed by Julian Sands.
At the films inception, our resident inquisitor has imprisoned his heretic atop a stone spire, where the accused awaits judgment from an approaching procession of Puritans. As the fellowship make their way through the village, the Warlock’s deeds, though not made known, are written on the faces of the townsfolk. Redferne and his host make their way towards the towering prison, when the weather begins to turn for the worse. As the group enters the tower, we are given our first glimpse into the gloom. It would seem that locks, stones, and chains are not all that is required to bind this beast.
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I promise this isn’t your typical retrospective/review. Mythology, magic, and murder are all present within this piece of Macabre Media.