A Masterpiece!

At first rather annoying in its heavy emphasis on reenactments, this movie ultimately proves fascinating, simply because the complicated, highly dramatic tale it tells still almost defies belief.

It's easily one of the freshest, sharpest and most enjoyable films of this year.

This is one of the best movies I’ve seen in a very long time. You have to go and see this on the big screen.

It's a tragedy that Director Reeves took his own life. Both his British horror movies show a film-maker of real talent, with a keen eye for composition and who is not afraid to show the grim, bloody reality of violence. What Reeves might have achieved had he lived can only be speculated upon.The Sorcerors, of course, gives Boris Karloff a great late-career role as a scientist who discovers a process to help him experience other people's sensations and feelings as if he were the person himself. Altruistically thinking of how old and infirm people could again experience a full life he sets up trend-setter Ian Ogilvy for his first experiment. Unfortunately he hasn't counted on the less than scientific attitude of his wife.Catherine Lacey is splendidly evil as Karloff's spouse, growing evermore addicted to the sensations she experiences. She soon learns to control their subject, and her husband appears powerless to stop her.Reeve's school friend Olgilvy is excellent in the central role as Mike - a difficult part to pull off but he handles it with aplomb. The film is really a clever comment on the generation gap - something that was the cause of real concern in the 60s - but despite its very low budget it never fails to convince and occasionally even thrill. The Sorcerors is well worth a view. Then follow it with the even better (and much bloodier) Witchfinder General...

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.

Probably Boris Karloff's best late career film. Director Michael Reeves creates a real sense of dread as disgraced hypnotist Karloff and wife Catherine Lacey play mind control games with unsuspecting Ian Ogilvy. What starts out as pure science soon turns horrible as Lacey becomes overcome with greed and begins using Ogilivy to do her demented bidding...including murder. Reeves, who directed only three films before dying young, fills the film with a lot of odd touches --- note the name of Ogilvy's antique store! Stanley Long's cinematography captures the seedy side of swinging London. Karloff looks absolutely creepy in his old age and he's perfectly matched by Lacey. Susan George plays one of Ogilvy's unlucky gal pals.

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.