Archaeology professor Bradford Dillman is happily married to Juliette Mills until her demeanor becomes increasingly bitchy and irritable, ultimately rousing his suspicions that she may actually be a greedy, malevolent, and short-tempered ancient demon.
This lackluster scrap of British horror was shot on video, and had the cheap look of a daytime drama. I caught it by chance on some "movie-of-the-week" type program on American television sometime around '77 or '78, and it's a wonder that I have even the slightest recollection of it, as it was forgettable to say the least. The highlight came during the closing credits...Ms. Mills in a slinky dress, her blonde hair ravaged by a wind-machine set to "Hurricane" on the dial. In choppy slo-mo, she makes menacing, but seductive faces and gesticulations, and lays it on with a trowel. I was cracking up.
Despite the strong cast, it's a rarity not especially worthy of a search, and it seems to have disappeared from the face of the Earth, anyhow.
3.5/10.
