The Sorcerers

The aged Karloff stars as a disgraced hypnotist, eager to try out his new thought transferal device at the urge of his domineering wife (Lacey). Finding an ideal subject in a jaded youth (Ogilvy), the couple discover they can vicariously experience his every sensation while controlling his actions. Karloff wishes his invention to be used for the crippled and elderly to take a virtual vacation, while his wife revels in the thrill of committing various crimes through the young man. Her wishes increase from theft to murder. After she has successfully shattered Ogilvy's life and relationships, it boils down to a battle of wits between the two for control of the young man's psyche. It plays like an episode of the original Outer Limits series, with the couple's venture into realms man was not meant to explore, and tragic denouement although there is no Control Voice to lull us back to normality or offer a moral here.

Michael Reeves made one other film, the stunning Witchfinder General before taking his own life at the age of twenty-five. Who knows what the film's enfant terrible director might have accomplished had he lived? From subtle tricks of lighting, and the use of a story that fits the budget, to imaginative shots and an emphasis on action, it contains all the elements today's independent filmmakers should take note of. It is worth noting Ogilvy would later take on the role of mad scientist involved in mind control techniques in Fugitive Mind.

While dated in many aspects, it's a shame this film is all but forgotten, and unavailable commercially.

Those commenters who have lamented the invisibility of Michael Reeves's second feature will be glad to know it was networked on Britain's biggest channel, BBC1, on 7 January. "The Sorcerers" is one of the movies that makes one feel a fresh evaluation of Tony Tenser's Tigon (and of Amicus, the other little brother of Hammer in the spooky and gory area) is overdue.

No need to exaggerate the merits of this prentice work by the 23-year-old Great White Forlorn Hope. It has the budget and look of a made-for-television movie (Euston Films, maybe?) and falls somewhere between "Peeping Tom" and "Performance" in its conflation of traditional horror/fantasy and Swinging London elements. The first scene of Karloff sparring with a newsagent recalls Miles Malleson poring over dirty postcards in Michael Powell's masterwork. Ian Ogilvy's eternal triangle in and around a nightclub-- interrupted by the increasingly criminal forays on which he is sent by the mind-controlling Montserrats-- has a touch of James Fox's peregrinations as the hoodlum whose brain is warped by contact with Mick Jagger and Anita Pallenberg.

Like Fox, Ogilvy was a public schoolboy (Eton) here convincingly playing rough trade. His junk shop, cheekily named "The Glory Hole", is in Lisson Grove, not far from the infamous Bayswater pad of "Performance". A comparison of Reeves and Donald Cammell as sceptical observers of the Flower Power era might keep a film studies thesis-writer busy.

However, the film belongs to Karloff and Catherine Lacey, the puppetmasters of mesmerism. Boris, aged 80, is doing his last work in his native land. He is clearly tired and spends most of the runtime sitting or sprawling. He is in his mellow, "Targets" phase: bearded, gaunt, hollow-eyed and lined, that beautifully sepulchral voice still able to veer from sinister implication to moral authority within a few syllables. After a career of kindly spinsters, Miss Lacey must have relished her Grand Guignol, orgasmic turn as the wife who has to dominate her hubby before she can possess a younger male psyche and make Ogilvy into a serial killer.

Connoisseurs of Britflix will enjoy spotting Gerald Campion, the former Billy Bunter of BBC TV, as a queer customer of The Glory Hole; Susan George, junior sexpot, just 17 and already acting like a hardened good time girl; Meier Tzelniker, stalwart of the Yiddish theatre and singer of "Nausea" in "Expresso Bongo", as a café owner; Alf Joint, veteran stuntman, as the repair shop foreman; and Ivor Dean as the archetypal CID man with belted mac and pipe.

Anyone even vaguely interested in British horror cinema will be well acquainted with the resume of Michael Reeves. Retrospectively crowned the great white hope who-never-was by genre commentators like Kim Newman and Allan 'Dark Side' Bryce, Reeves' work showed the promise of an English Spielberg. Or possibly just another Peter Sasdy. Unfortunately we'll never know, as his life was truncated by an overdose of sleeping pills. But on the evidence of this film and it's successor,'Witchfinder General', it's clear that he possessed a genuinely cinematic imagination to rival young Steven's. A quality all too rare in British film.

'Witchfinder' is good. Very good. But on balance I prefer this piece. Perhaps that's partly a personal reaction to the rather inflated claims made for Reeves' last film by certain critics, who seek to present it as the work of a suicidal soul-in-torment auteur. C'mon fellas. 'The Sorcerers' is quirky and takes itself slightly too seriously, resulting in a strange, enjoyably naive atmosphere. I particularly enjoy the unique screen presence of Victor Henry, who plays Ian Ogilvy's ginger haired friend Alan. I was saddened to learn (via the ever-educational IMDb) that he was involved in a road traffic accident not too long after making this film, and spent the last 17 years of his short life in a vegetative state. Another potential talent lost.

Ignore the wits who claim that this is a work which dissects and critiques the function and form of cinema itself, etc, etc. These people create subtexts for Pete Walker films in their spare time. Enjoy it simply as a movie where Ian Ogilvy listens to Cliff Richard's 'Out in the country' on his dansette, and then slashes up Susan George with a pair of scissors.

Hey. 'Wired for sound' gets me the same way.

A decent low-budget horror-thriller given extra class by the presence of Boris Karloff and Catherine Lacey.Future Saint actor Ian Ogilvy is hypnotised and brainwashed by the above elderly couple into committing increasingly violent acts,as Miss Lacey gradually succumbs to megalomania and madness,while a gentle,stable-minded Boris is left helpless in stopping his wife's crazy actions.

Some of the pop music and the labyrinth Night-Club is interesting,as is the appearance of a young Susan George,whose grisly fate was to repeated in subsequent roles through her film career.Notable also for Victor Henry,a young actor whose promising future was tragically cut short several years later by injuries he suffered in a road accident.He spent the rest of his life in a coma before dying in 1985.

I was really impressed with Michael Reeves' third (and final, he overdosed shortly thereafter, still only in his mid-20s) film 'Witchfinder-General' so I was really curious to see his previous effort 'The Sorcerers'. It was made on a considerable smaller budget, but it has an interesting concept, good acting and is pretty dark in tone. Horror legend Karloff plays an elderly scientist who has invented a technique which enables his wife (Catherine Lacey) and himself to experience the thoughts and emotions of a young man (Reeves regular Ian Ogilvy). Ogilivy doesn't know they are doing this and eventually loses control of his mind and body after there is a battle of wills between the old couple who are vicariously living through him. The three leads all put in strong performances, and there is a cool swinging 60s background which makes this one a real rough diamond. And keep an eye out for an early appearance by 70s sex symbol Susan George ('Straw Dogs', 'Dirty Mary Crazy Larry'). Recommended to all fans of 60s horror.