Fuck this movie.
Witchcraft 8 was on a good tangent, which is swiped under the rug with yet another superficial soft-core porn horror movie. Writers come and go, in this franchise, because it tends to take a steamy dump on your resume. No one wants to be remembered for Witchcraft IX: Bitter Flesh. It just doesn’t roll off the tongue. In true Witchcraft tradition, this new addition is poorly written and directed.
This series is all about trial and error. Its producers are looking for the perfect recipe. There are three basic ingredients: eroticism, horror, and exposition. You can never neglect one. You can add a procedural, take away the gore; you should probably have a wizard or two, but don’t expect a substantial budget. Like most installments thus far, Witchcraft 9 struggles to find that balance.
This is the place where acting careers die. Landon Hall stands out, as the psychic hooker, but everyone else feels overwhelmed by this experience. The dialogue isn’t so bad but the sexual interludes are embarrassing at best. It’s hard to take any of it seriously. When marathoning through this franchise, you kind of get the feeling you’re watching the same movie again and again.