So, like, can't a witch-cult just groove in the dark forest, hanging out in their cave lair, worshipping their horned deity of choice, following the left-hand path, being dirty hippies, playing board games on their magickal zodiac table with stoned morel-headed demon-types, especially after spending all that time coming up with such a rad scorpion/skull/spider/bat decorating scheme? Not if the object of your immediate affections, a magnetically seductive witch who has her own haunted pad just up the path, complete with mirrored wet-bar, four-poster bed, bath for two, forked lightning and cobwebs, spends her evenings roaming the dark forest as a demon/witch/bat, and periodically seducing men to sacrifice and drink up all of their tasty hot steaming blood. Then the local village boss, who owns a saw-mill, has to get involved, sending his brother over to 'take care' of this witch with a bedazzled AUM-on-a-stick. Things seem settled until the brother and the daughter of the village boss are driving to her school right past the witch-pad and she gets kidnapped by the aggrieved dirty hippie warlock in order to resurrect their beloved witch.
That is the set-up of Veerana. If you dig lurid lighting, dramatic eye-region zooms, groovy witch-cults, horned deities and can tolerate attempts at off-color broad humor, song/dance numbers that seem redolent both of the early 60's and the 1980's, you will more than likely enjoy this movie. I certainly did.
