In 1686 New Amsterdam -New York City to you and me- an evil witch tries to off a recently married virgin. She is stopped in the nick of time by the local townsfolk, but swears revenge. Fast forward 300 years, and through the rest of this movie, and the witch is back, as are all the townsfolk who tried to stop her before. You see, apparently when you are reincarnated, you are reincarnated as a group. The newly reincarnated include an embarrassing Italian detective, a cute spunky virgin reporter, and a priest who also believes in the reincarnation theory. The witch now needs to finish killing the virgin so she can become immortal- I think, since she is already 300 years old. She calls up a few devilish minions and wreaks havoc on the stereotypical underbelly of the Big Apple, stealing ectoplasm from humans after she kills them so she can feed her zombie friends. A frenzied climax and a "surprise" ending round out a perfectly awful film.
To begin with, the 1686 witch looks just like singer Bonnie Tyler. She does some kind of weird semi-topless dance during the ceremony that confirms that the Devil invented low-impact aerobics. In 1986 New York, she must find the Devil's ring so she can kill. The priest picked it up in a low-grade Satanic supply shop for no other reason than to move the plot forward. At one point in the film, and I am not making this up, the witch grows an additional four breasts so she can feed her zombie followers ectoplasm right from the source. The New Yawkers, trying to sound New Yawkian, are all portrayed as pimps, hookers, and junkies. They use ethnic dialogue from the last Cleopatra Jones movie to sound even more authentic. The spunky virgin reporter is from Britain, and succumbs to the charms of the "yo, Eddie" detective. Watch for the coroner character, who is supposed to be very gay and very funny. He does not do either well. The action scenes are awful, the ending is protracted, and the acting is abysmal. The film gets really gory, but the fake breast appendage is hilarious. "Necropolis" is the city of the dead, and the film is devoid of ideas. I would take another exit and find a better town to frequent.
To begin with, the 1686 witch looks just like singer Bonnie Tyler. She does some kind of weird semi-topless dance during the ceremony that confirms that the Devil invented low-impact aerobics. In 1986 New York, she must find the Devil's ring so she can kill. The priest picked it up in a low-grade Satanic supply shop for no other reason than to move the plot forward. At one point in the film, and I am not making this up, the witch grows an additional four breasts so she can feed her zombie followers ectoplasm right from the source. The New Yawkers, trying to sound New Yawkian, are all portrayed as pimps, hookers, and junkies. They use ethnic dialogue from the last Cleopatra Jones movie to sound even more authentic. The spunky virgin reporter is from Britain, and succumbs to the charms of the "yo, Eddie" detective. Watch for the coroner character, who is supposed to be very gay and very funny. He does not do either well. The action scenes are awful, the ending is protracted, and the acting is abysmal. The film gets really gory, but the fake breast appendage is hilarious. "Necropolis" is the city of the dead, and the film is devoid of ideas. I would take another exit and find a better town to frequent.