Demon Rage

Plenty O'Toole... I mean Lana Wood, younger, bustier sister of the late Natalie Wood, plays a woman in an unhappy marriage who starts having a perverse love affair with a tall, dark, handsome stranger who happens to be a minion of hell. Well, at first the Hell-bound minion rapes her, but she later decides she likes it and they start getting it on regularly. After that, some occasionally stylish touches show up in this low budget sexploitation horror film.

Film is really nothing more than excuse to show Lana's breasts (probably to distract from the sight of her horribly big hair).

What's really disturbing is that this might have actually been based on a true story.

Another Bond girl, Britt Eckland, also appears.

It's funny how they just gloss over how verbally abusive and aggressive the main character's husband is, as though his abusiveness and neglect aren't what's negatively affecting the relationship. This is a couple that I don't want things to work out for because it's established early on that he "gets" that way whenever he's focused on his work, meaning he'll keep ignoring her, getting angry when she gently tries to get his attention, and calling her curse words. THEN he gets angry when she rightfully separates herself and wants to focus on painting, slamming what she's working on to the floor. He also rejects her sexual advances, but when he comes home and hears her in the throes of passion "alone," he gets jealous. Like, wow, he can be neglectful, abusive, but she'd better not dare respond to it, even passively. He's AWFUL! But the movie treats it like SHE'S the problem! I just kept thinking it's not good for her daughter to grow up seeing that her mother endured that treatment as normal because it often does affect a child's adult choices.

Also, they start the story out already in the house, focusing on the nonsensical family drama and just making vague references to the house being evil or whatever. It's an awful setup. I think they were more focused on getting the wife's kit off and having her in bed, fake moaning with a distressed look on her face. The other characters are used weirdly, with the husband of the main character's best friend coming across as a creep, as he keeps making lustful comments about the main character and burying the attractiveness of his own pretty wife right to her face. The daughter is used in what should be a significant way, but the execution is so poor that she still comes across as a loose end.

Conclusion: Poorly written and paced, bland, unlikable characters, plays like a TV movie with nudity; 1 star.

S/N: Also, the misogynistic comments about her breasts in these reviews are far worse than the movie!

My review was written in October 1982 after a Times Square screening.

"Satan's Mistress", lensed in 1980 under the title "Dark Eyes", is a supernatural sexploitation picture sporting name talent but cheap production values. Weak story and direction hurt its theatrical chances but plentiful nude footage of buxom lead Lana Wood should create mucho vidcassette interest. Film went through interim title change, "Demon Rage" and "Fury of the Succubus" before its present moniker.

Silly premise is that dead spirits wander in limbo awaiting their final judgment, and in this lonely state are drawn to similarly lonely living folks whom the devil uses as bait to "catch" these spirits or souls. Lisa (Lana Wood) is just such a lonely woman, pining away at her beach house while being neglected by her busy with work husband Burt (Tom Hallick).

In a cheap effect imitating Al Adamson's 1977 "Nurse SherrI" film, a purple animated squiggle enters Lisa's bedroom one night and she is raped by some invisible entity. Next time, instead of invisible the spirit is personified by a dark, romantic man clad in black (Kabir Bedi). While both husband and daughter Michelle (Sherry Scott) are disturbed by Lisa's reclusiveness, she's getting it on almost constantly with the mysterious intruder.

With corny paranormal phenomena and hallucinations accelerating, plus the appearance of a black cat familiar, friend and mystic Anne-Marie (Britt Ekland)( tries to help, and local California priest Father Stratten (John Carradine) offers his advice. Meanwhile, a mysterious woman Belline (Elsie-Anne) tries to recruit Michelle to the devil's work.

Payoff is a gory death for Anne-Marie's husband (Don Galloway), very improbably killed by a guillotine that just happens to be stored in Lisa's basement. Fiey basement climax has Bedi the spirit nobly leaving Lisa and going to Hell.

With poor special effects (a monster that looks like a big pulsating eye and dream sequences which are blurry and eye-straining), filmmaker James Polakof is in big trouble. Problem is exacerbated by photography or printing which makes the interior scenes look too dark. A good cast is the film's drawing card, with Wood impressive in her frequent simulations of sexual passion and Bedi, currently costarring in "Octopussy", perfectly cast as the silent, Valentino-esque romantic stranger. Other roles, including top-billed Britt Ekland, are strictly functional.

I saw this at a drive-in (shock!), but it was called "Fury of the Succubus". Its only real redeeming value, to me, is nostalgic: it's among the last of the drive-in second features ever put into wide release. From the late 40s, until they were effectively replaced by the direct to video market in the early 80s, countless of these gems at once horrified and amused the teenage clientèle after the families had pulled out of the lot to get the kiddies to bed. This was also the perfect example of the movies you stayed to NOT watch when you were there on a date. If not for "films" like this, a lot of us guys would have graduated high school as virgins!

Anyone who had not seen this film, but had heard about its various titles, may expect something interesting and worthwhile. The reality is that this is a turgid, slow moving, load of nonsense! First of all, the soundtrack is quite abysmal, and the background sounds tend to drown out the dialogue, which is no great shakes anyway. The editing is quite appalling, and the film lurches from scene to scene without any great pattern to it. The ending is quite ludicrous, although after sitting through 90 minutes of dross, it is a welcome relief to the viewer. In all in, a sad effort which only merits two points courtesy of the lead, Lana Wood!!