The Witches Mountain

The film is like other reviewers have said: Odd, strange, mesmerizing, does not make a lot of sense, watchable, weird and captivating. It's one of those European films one would have to watch to understand what is meant by watchable yet does not make a lot of sense.

Great atmosphere, appropriate music, acting not too bad, some interesting scenes, and bizarrely entertaining with a questionable script. OR maybe it's just loosing something in the translation into the English language instead of being a questionable script? I'm not sure which it is.

Anyway, if you like the older Euro-Horror films and/or movies about witches you might find something entertaining about this film as others and myself did.

The movie is NOT bloody nor gory - it's a Gothic piece with lots of eerie imagery as eye-candy.

5/10

Highly implausible, unbelievable, and incoherent Spanish production about...well, let me see just how close I can get to it. The film opens with a woman having one of her cat's killed by a young girl. She then begs her lover to take her somewhere on his vacation. He calls work and demands that he loses his vacation time and she says he will pay for this. What relevance this plays out to is anybody's guess at the film's end, because the guy, a swarthy photographer, spies a beautiful Patty Shepard, queen of Spanish horror films it seems, taking her bikini top off momentarily so he can snap a picture, ask her out to lunch, and then to his assignment to Witches Mountain - for reasons again we are never privy to. Before they go, Patty must stop by the house and loud, "eerie" chanting echoes in our hero's ears. Again, this is never explained. The film goes on with these two stopping at an inn, going on to the mountain, and finally realizing why the mountain is called Witches Mountain. You know, there are several aspects to this film which make it better than a bad film. It has some atmosphere, some of the character actors are really quite good(especially the deaf innkeeper and the old woman), the leads are at least adequate, and the climax - though it makes absolutely no sense at all - is well-choreographed(literally) with the witches in white brassieres and long black hair. It just doesn't make any sense though, and that is a huge detractor to me. I could watch the film another ten times and still not know more now than I did after the first viewing. That is a major problem. The Witches Mountain is a curious film from the long line of cheap, atmospheric European horror films that blanketed that decade. If you can get more out of it than me, better power to you.

"El monte de las brujas" (The witches' mountain) is a strange and compelling film. I've found it casually in ebay and ordered it. The transfer of the film, made from a VHS tape, is not good, and the film obviously suffered cuts, but even so I've quite enjoyed the film.

We are introduced to Carla (Monica Randall) arriving at a house. In the house, a hysterical little girl has stabbed some dolls and killed the cat. Carla tries to calm down the girl but all to no use. The little girl (so it seems) takes a snake out of somewhere. The snake slithers slowly through the girl's hair. Carla watches everything and crouches a little. Suddenly, Fire! The beginning credits of the film start to roll followed by a weird and loud chanting. What really happened is anybody's guess.

Next scene: Mario (John Gaffari), a photographer writing for a newspaper/magazine, arrives at home. When he turns the lights on, guess who's waiting for him? Carla. She wants to resume their relationship. He says no. Carla says to Mario that he'll regret his decision. Cut.

Mario starts off for Witches' Mountain. His assignment is to take good pictures of the area. On the way there, he meets a beautiful girl on a beach. She is sunbathing topless. He takes some pictures from her and invites her to go with him to Witches' Mountain. She's Delia (Patty Shepard). She accepts his invitation, and both of them head for Witches' Mountain in Mario's car. This is, very briefly told, the beginning of the film. From then on strange small things begin to happen to them (warnings?).

The more they approach Witches' Mountain, the more ominous things become, and when they arrive there.....

The film is very atmospheric. If you like off-the-beaten-track eurohorror, this film is a must. The beautiful mountainous scenery, the dreamy night scenes in the woods haunted by dark silhouettes and weird chantings, old ruined houses, fog....

"El monte de las brujas" transmits a feeling of total spontaneity. The cameras, the actors, the landscape, the wondrous soundtrack seem to belong together. John Gaffari, as Mario, and Patty Shepard as Delia, as well as all the other actors, are excellent. "The witches' mountain" is very creative and... trippy. But if you only like horror films with lots of scares and blood, then avoid this one at all costs.

Okay, what the hell kind of TRASH have I been watching now? "The Witches' Mountain" has got to be one of the most incoherent and insane Spanish exploitation flicks ever and yet, at the same time, it's also strangely compelling. There's absolutely nothing that makes sense here and I even doubt there ever was a script to work with, but somehow I couldn't turn it off. The scratching your head with confusion starts right away, with an opening sequence about an angry little girl that killed her mother's cat. So you think this film revolves on children possessed by evil forces? Heck no, because after this intro, the girl and her wickedness simply aren't mentioned anymore. Then cut to a guy, with the most impressively trimmed mustache you'll ever see, who breaks up with his girlfriend in a rather unsubtle way. When she asks him to spend his vacation with her, he promptly phones his employer requesting him any type of assignment! Great move. The movie finally starts now, as he travels to an isolated mountain area to photograph some peaks. Though not before he picks up a new girl (Patty Shepard) and photographs her topless! Throughout their journey, all kind of strange events occur that – you guessed it – are never explained. The girl wakes up in the middle of the forest, loud petrifying music plays everywhere and someone even steals the jeep! Really, car jacking witches? Apparently a coven of silent witches owns the mountains and they practice voodoo on trespassers. That's as close as I get describing the plot, but there's a good chance I'm way off… More important here is the atmosphere! "The Witches' Mountain" is occasionally very creepy, with its spooky music and interesting cinematography. The supportive characters all look uncanny and the ravishing Patty Shepard plays a good heroine. This is the type of European horror film that could have been legendary, if only someone had bothered to write a structured screenplay.

This engaging (which it shouldn't be) low-grade Spanish exploitation (quite tame I might add) looks good, but huh? Let me phrase that again 'huh?'. Actually the word 'huh?' would be going through your mind quite a lot. Nothing makes sense, nor does it try too. I just don't know if its complicatedly cryptic or just a convoluted muddle, but there's no denying how laconically uneventful, strange and wordy it feels.

Unrelated sequences tied (like that nasty opening involving a little girl, dead cat and fire) in to a sparse story involving photographer Mario (played by a chest-puffing John Caffari, who's mustache is a dead ringer for Nintendo's iconic Mario. What's the odds?) that ditches his girlfriend at home and encounters a young lady (a gorgeously fixating Patty Shepard) who he asks to come with him on an photography assignment, where at this remote mountain retreat they come across some hooded witches.

Look past the unhinged plot structure and wallow in what is simply a moody piece of atmospheric mechanisms and growing unease. Raul Artigot directs few jarringly unusual visuals and creepy passages, but for most part seems sporadically non-existent and unfocused just like his writing. Ramon Sempere's striking cinematography lenses the gracefully rich scenery as we take in the scenic views and let the time leisurely grind away. However there are certain areas where it was too dark to see what was going on. Fernando Garcia Morcillo's hauntingly bombastic and overwrought score blends terrifically with compulsively dense atmosphere created. The leads are capable, but there's also a sturdy bunch (the pick being Víctor Israel) of secondary performances.

Slow with little in the way of interest, but this dreamy set-up (that seems to go on and on) manages to keep you watching until its closing.