Gli adoratori della morte

This is one of Boris Karloff's last films. It's a confusing train wreck featuring Karloff as Damballah / Carl van Molder, a sexy-as-hell snake dancer named Tongalele, a maniacal grinning dwarf, zombies, and lots of big snakes of course. The basic premise of the movie is that the island has been taken over by zombies and followers of a voodoo cult who worship their leader, Damballah. The local police force are more interested in finding the bottom end of a rum bottle than they are in stopping the activities of the voodoo cult. A superior officer of the police arrives on the island to clean things up, and he tries to enlist the help of a large plantation owner, Carl van Molder. Van Molder is uninterested in helping the police, telling them to leave things as they are, that they don't know what they're messing with.

It's campy but fun, I've seen a lot worse that's for sure.

In ISLE OF THE SNAKE PEOPLE, Boris Karloff plays mysterious plantation owner, Carl Van Molder, who just might be hiding a secret identity. Voodoo cultists cause much mischief, gaining the attention of the new police chief, who vows to pull the plug on their antics once and for all. They don't take kindly to this idea, and terror unfolds.

Considering that Karloff was 80 years old and in ill health during this, he does an admirable job. The movie itself is a ridiculous shambles, but has a certain weird charm.

We're treated to a hoodoo hoedown, zombies, cannibal women feasting upon unwary cops, and the beautiful Tongolele (aka: Yolanda Montes) performing her snake dance. My goodness! Her undulations are enough to convert anyone to the voodoo arts! An exotic dancer in her heyday, and regardless of her age in this film, she casts a powerful spell!

Ahem, so, prepare for some schlock-tastic fun...

Echoing narration informs us about the "diabolical" new threat of voodoo on the island of "Korbai" near Haiti and a laughing, sneering midget in sunglasses cuts the head off a (real) chicken. Then Anabella (played by Julissa), a member of the International Anti-Saloon League informs some soldiers that, "Modern science has proved that alcohol is responsible for 99.2% of all the worlds sins!" She arrives on the island with others to visit her uncle Carl von Molder (Boris Karloff or his masked double).

Meanwhile, blue-faced zombies are overrunning the island. Voodoo cultists kill soldiers with a blowgun, strangulation and machete and regularly resurrect the dead with the help of the dwarf (who whips them). Rabid zombie women eat a man and one soldier adopts one as his girlfriend to scratch his back and fan him. ("Imagine a beautiful woman that can't talk. Every man's dream!") The niece has an extremely bizarre dream of her evil double suggestively sucking on a (real, live) snake before kissing her (?)

Little of this movie makes sense and the ending stinks, but it has some weird, senseless stuff to recommend. It's one of four much-hated movies Karloff did in 1968 before his death, constituting his final film work.

Just before he died Boris Karloff shot back to back footage for four poverty row horror flicks. Additional scenes were later shot in Mexico - with mostly different actors! - to bring each of them up to feature length.

This is the first and most coherent of this unfortunate quartet of pictures. It's also the dullest. Boris is a plantation owner on an island threatened by a curious voodoo cult that throws in cannibalism and snake worship with the usual business plan of raising of the dead to work in the fields.

The story is bereft of any new ideas and the phallic imagery is rather puerile. Still, we do get some lively snake dancing and the matching of the two sets of footage is not that bad, although Karloff's foreman appears in one scene with a beard and the next scene without!

If only the great man had stopped here!

One of the four films that Boris Karloff made at the end of his life. He made four low-budget films for a company that produced the films in Mexico, although Karloff's scenes were shot in California by director Jack Hill. Karloff is visibly old and haggard, and frequently sits through most of his dialogue. I'm afraid that his presence cannot save this film from being utterly tedious and ludicrous. Karloff plays a French plantation owner seemingly connected with some snake cult, voodoo worship, and a lot of weird characters. There is a dwarf that wears crazy glasses and is slain for some inexplicable reason. There is also a woman that stares at people while she dances around with a snake. She has a wild white streak in her hair. The island has a new police chief that acts with all the conviction of a puppet. The actors are all Mexican (except for Karloff and one other actor). The blending of the footage shot in Mexico and that shot in Hollywood is done adequately, however, the film makes little sense. Script and editing are poorly conceived and poorly executed. Poor Boris! At least it is nice to see him again.