Evil witch Eva (robustly played with lip-licking wicked relish by slinky blonde stunner LeeAnn Baker) gets burned at the stake in the late 1600's. However, Eva gets reincarnated in 1980's New York City as a spiky punker babe with the ability to manipulate people's minds and suck out their life force. Boy, does this delectably dreadful doozy possess all the right wrong stuff to rate as a real four-star stinkeroonie: The clunky (mis)direction by Bruce Hickey (who also wrote the seriously idiotic and nonsensical script), cheesy roaring 80's rock soundtrack, tacky gore, terrible acting from a lame no-name cast (Michael Conte wins the top thespic dishonors with his extremely grating portrayal of the obnoxious Italian cop hero), the gaudy Greed Decade fashions and hairstyles, tin-eared dialogue, a botched climatic raid on Eva's underground lair, and groan-inducing "it ain't over yet!" sequel set-up non-ending all provide a wealth of unintentional belly laughs. Better yet, 80's flash-in-the-pan East Coast exploitation fixture Baker makes the most out of her lone showy starring role: This lithe'n'luscious minx not only looks blazing hot in trashy black threads, but also busts some gnarly dance moves, utters plenty of paint-peeling harsh profanity (including the c-word!), and even at one wonderfully wacky point grows two additional sets of breasts (!) so she can nurse her robed zombie minions. Don Great's funky-throbbing synthesizer score hits the get-down groovy spot. The grungy New York City locations add a little gritty urban flavor. A total schlocky hoot.
Review of Necropolis
