Satan's Black Wedding

Nick Millard's previous film, Criminally Insane, about a fat lady killing anyone who gets between her and her food, was a no-budget classic but this one misses the mark. The atmosphere is creepy enough and there's fang-baring and bloodletting but the film ultimately fails to deliver the hellacious conclusion it hints at. Lead Greg Braddock is so wooden he could be replaced by a bookcase. The scenes where he talks are stultifyingly boring. Ray Myles on the other hand brings a malevolent energy to his role as an undead priest and the film noticeably improves whenever he's on screen. Fans of Andy Milligan might dig the general depravity here but I found it a pretty hard slog.

A woman writing a book called "High Satanic Rites," about vampirism in modern-day Monterey, California, commits suicide while under the power of an evil priest. The woman's brother, Mark, sticks his nose in the police investigation and more dead bodies show up, drained of blood. Mark's ex-girlfriend, his sister's research assistant, lends a hand and falls in love with him again. Mark confronts the priest in the basement of a church, where 180 years ago some nuns were praying and conjured the Devil. The Foul One used to enjoy watching Mark and his sister playing near the church as children. Now he wants to initiate both of them into the vampire's coven. Mark tries to escape from the priest and his vampire slaves, but crashes his car and dies.

The fade out of this daffy and very poor horror flick is memorable: Mark, bloodied and disfigured from the accident, stands before an unholy altar to wed to his dead, vampirized sister.

SATAN'S BLACK WEDDING originally played in theaters on a double-bill with the more well-known CRIMINALLY INSANE. Both films are a real endurance test for even the most hardened Z-movie enthusiast. Director Philip Miller is really Nick Phillips, who also directed CRIMINALLY INSANE.

SATAN'S BLACK WEDDING (1976) is an hour-long American indie vampire flick I found on Youtube streaming in a good quality print. It's a surprisingly brisk little effort that begins with a woman being messily dispatched by a female vampire. Her brother attends her funeral and investigates her death, only to discover that she's not really dead but instead determined to destroy her own family.

Not a huge lot of plot ingredients in this micro-budgeted production, but the story of a defrocked priest engaging in devil worship works quite well. The vampire scenes are liberal on the bloodshed if you're okay with the joke shop fangs, and it's short enough to never outstay its welcome.

After writer Nina (Lisa Milano) inexplicably commits suicide, her brother, Hollywood actor Mark Gray (Greg Braddock), tries to find out why, his investigation leading him to an old church where a cult of vampires plan to invoke the devil to preside over an unholy 'black wedding'.

Even with a scant running time of just over an hour, Satan's Black Wedding, from director Nick Millard, is still a real test of endurance, the film being inept in almost every department: the script is crazy bad, amateur actors struggle to keep their plastic joke-shop fangs in place, the blood is obviously bright red paint, the day-for-night shooting still looks like broad daylight, the sound is diabolical (in one scene, the dialogue is almost drowned out by the noise of nearby traffic and passing aircraft), and a pair of rats look embarrassed to be involved (at least the humans had a say in the matter).

While some people clearly enjoy Millard's work for its sheer clumsiness, I can't bring myself to rate it any more than 2/10—the same low rating that I also gave to Millard's previous movie, Crazy Fat Ethel (1975).

"Satan's Black Wedding" doesn't quite have that irresistible "what the hell am I watching?"-factor that Nick Millard's much more famous effort "Criminally Insane" had but hell, if Millard can't put a smile on my face anymore you can honestly pull the plug on me. Just check out his unique editing style, the guy can't splice in a shot realistically to save his life but that's why we love him. Who cares if two actors talking to "each other" don't even appear to be in the same ZIP code, it's all just part of the charm. Especially if one of those actors is the otherwise completely unknown Ray Myles, who gives a genuinely excellent performance as some sort of half-vampire, half-satanist (have your cake and eat it too). Lead Greg Braddock is somewhat less impressive, but his amazing underacting is a spectacle in its own right. He walks into a room covered with blood with a look on his face like he just found out the supermarket is all out of his favorite shampoo. My sister died a gruesome death, I am...mildly irritated? Nick Millard is a huge cinephile though, and occasionally this almost shows here. Some shots in this movie are actually quite stylish, there's some "Nosferatu" influence in there but it's tough to be classy if your vampires have plastic fangs. But still, I was sorta into this from time to time. The cinematography looks good, the music is repetitive but creepy nonetheless, this really is quite above Millard's standards. It's not quite as entertaining as some of his other work, but it's almost what you call accessible. If only it had an actual ending instead of just stopping at a random moment, that would have helped it even more.