One of the most obscure horror films out there, 'Satan's Blade' offers a very cool premise - whomever wields the Devil's knife becomes possessed and commits murder - and then just shambles along unimaginatively. This is a very lacklustre affair, with somnambulist performances and very little blood.
A violent bank heist opens the film, after which the perpetrators of said robbery flee to a remote mountain resort to kick back and count the loot. But then a double cross has the red, red kroovy flowing once again. Shortly after this, the titular weapon is plunged into flesh, cueing a series of formulaic stalk 'n' slash dispatches. It is kind of a pity to watch this film deteriorate into dull routine after quite a promising start.
One of the best things about 'Satan's Blade' is the poster art - a frightening, not-to-messed-with Lucifer clasping a nasty-looking dagger, holding it up as though about to bring it down and through the heart of a young virgin upon a sacrificial altar. But, as any experienced horror viewer knows, one must never judge a flick by its poster art. This is especially true in the case of 'Satan's Blade' because the artwork promises great things, but the movie itself cheats us out of any real blood and gore. It kind of reminds me of another horror outing entitled 'A Name for Evil', in that both films offer excellent cover art but deliver very little when it comes to the crunch... or should I say the squish?!
