Perfectly adorable

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This is ultimately a movie about the very bad things that can happen when we don't address our unease, when we just try to brush it off, whether that's to fit in or to preserve our self-image.

Through painfully honest and emotional moments, the movie becomes irresistibly relatable

Prof. Marcus Monserrat (Boris Karloff) has developed a technique to control the minds of people...and feel the sensations they're going through. His wife Estelle (Catherine Lacey) knows about it and is thrilled. They get a young man (Ian Ogilvy) under their control. Marcus wants to use his power for good...but Estelle has other ideas.Director/writer Michael Reeves did only a handful of films before his death from an accidental overdose. This isn't his best (that's "Witchfinder General) but not his worst (that's "She Beast"). It's somewhere in the middle. It's well-directed and has some great acting by Karloff, Ogilvy and especially Lacey (who really chews the scenery) but it's kind of slow-moving and top-billed Karloff is hardly in the movie. Also the gore and special effects are pretty laughable. Still it's an OK horror movie.

Yes indeed, the Swinging Sixties were sexy, years before life-threatening STDs, political correctness and exploitative commercialism ruined it all. And pop music was great too, before it was compromised by self-indulgent overproduction and that same rampant commercialism.Ian Ogilvy (much cooler than David Hemmings as a prematurely jaded hipster) and the luscious Euro-babe Elizabeth Ercy make appealing leads, and get to strip down to their undies for a furtive swim that is simultaneously erotic and innocent, like Weissmuller and O'Sullivan before them. She also gets to wear a knockout peekaboo mesh outfit later on. A teenage Susan George shows off her bedroom eyes and flashes her yellow panties to great effect in the film's most effective thrill scene. And pouty-lipped Sally Sheridan (mom of Nicolette) coolly lip-syncs to a great garage tune (actually sung by a wonderfully brassy Toni Daly), with the low-angle camera appreciating how she sports her clingy chiffon mini-dress. Check out all those turned-on necking couples in the background. (By the way, I think Karloff is in the film, too.) It all brings to mind Mimsy Farmer's outrageously provocative LSD-fuelled dance in "Riot on Sunset Strip", Jane Asher's sultry seductiveness in "Deep End", and all those whacked-out Sergio Martino giallos.

Psychedelia, the Generation Gap, Mind Control, Serial Killer, and London's Swinging Sixties are Some of the Many Elements Explored in this Low-Budget, Artsy Film. One of Only a Few Directed by the Talented Michael Reeves Before His Accidental Overdose at the Age of 25.Boris Karloff was One of those Iconic Actors Willing to Work Until the Very End Like Lionel Barrymore and Vincent Price. He, a True Professional, Always Did What He Could with the Material and was Happy to Contribute as Well as Take Directorial Orders. This One, Along with Targets (1968) and The Raven (1963) were the Best of His Geezer Period.The Film is an Intense and Always Engaging Story of a Bored Young Adult, Ian Ogilvy in a Very Good Performance, Accepting an Invitation to "Experiment" with, Not LSD, but Electronic Hypnosis Brought On by Light and Sound Vibrations. The Scene When He is "Dosed" is a Window Into the Psychedelic Experience of Melting Colors and Wild Images.Katherine Lacy as Karloff's Insane Wife Adds Some Creepy Stuff as She Controls the "Patient". This is a Deep Movie Beneath the Surface and Provides More Philosophy and Intelligence than the Standard Horror/Sci-Fi Stuff of the Era. It is Not Only Literally Cerebral but Violent and Nasty and the Movie has an Ominous Tone that is Disturbing.A Must See for Fans of Cult Movies, the Sixties, Horror/Sci-Fi, and B-Movies. This Could be Called and Experimental Film and Fits Right In to the Changing Face of Cinema Starting in the Mid-Sixties.

Sorcerers, (1967) is overrated British horror movie directed and co-written by overrated Michael Reeves, director who died young. Old scientist (Boris Karloff) and his wife Estelle (Catherine Lacey) use device he has created to control young man (Ian Ogilvy) and enjoy life through him, but soon evil Estelle is forcing the poor young man to the path of crimes... or perhaps young man just explores his real desires of sexual violence? This is drab and dull movie, very cheap-looking, and it is possible to see slimy hypocrisy in the proceedings: Estelle's real crime is to be old and not sexually desirable in the sleazy pornographic world of leering young film-makers and squalid film critics.