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I've long been a fan of Satanic Cult horror movies, but I am most assuredly not a fan of this one.
The Minotaur 'god' in the story is based on the legend from Crete (he's been upgraded from mere monstrous offspring), where this presumably takes place, though oddly, all the signage is in English. The tale follows the familiar pattern of innocents wandering into the secluded community of the cultists, right from the beginning, and the attempts by the heroes, to bring an end to the legacy of violence. Okay, easy enough.
What follows is a confused series of lamely connected scenes, wherein the protagonists - an Irish priest (Donald Pleasence, trying very hard to make his lines work), and a New York Private Detective (Costas Skouras, never heard of him, should not have acted in front of an actual audience), try to bring down the bad guys. As usual, they receive no help from anyone, the one person who can offer advice is murdered - after several targets have been hung on her by cultist townspeople glaring murderously - and so on and so forth. Nothing original, and poorly executed.
The Priest brings the PI on board to help him solve the problem, which he only suspects at the start, but in the entire movie, the Priest is far more useful than the skeptical gumshoe, both in finding clues and piecing them together. The PI character is handed a lot of spurious information, granted, but even in the face of being painted into a corner by the obvious - if hard to believe - he continues to question his partner/mentor to a fault. "Once you've eliminated the impossible, whatever remains - however improbable, must be the truth." - S. Holmes
Anyway, there are several blondes to ogle, always a pleasure, but no character acting that offered some decent entertainment, like the old horror classics and Hammer films.
Peter Cushing, one of my personal favorites, doesn't have many good evil lines, and spends much of the film in close-up to emphasize his piercing stare and skeletal facial structure. Small doses is fine, but come on...
I don't think I've given anything away, since there is nothing here to figure out, but rather than do any of that, check the film selections that are similar, and move on.
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