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Beneath the metropolis is...
A reincarnated "Satanic Witch" from New Amsterdam, circa 1600's comes back to revive her cult members by sucking the life force out of people.
Necropolis
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Necropolis: City of the Dead, Νεκρόπολις, 墓地惊魂, Necropolis - Die Blutsauger von Manhattan
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UK
25 May 1987
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UK
10 Oct 1986
- Theatrical VHS premiere
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25 May 1987
- TheatricalR Distributed as "Necropolis: City of the Dead" by "Empire Pictures"
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I was totally hooked when after five minutes the ominous satanic girl starts boogying down and dancing like she's at an 80s club when it's supposed to be year 1345 or something haha! And then 10 minutes after that she does an even cooler dance! But now its in the present? What is happening and why so much sweet dancing? Amazing.
Low budget sci fi whitchcraft trash from Empire Pictures that plays out like some futuristic 80s music video. A very strange combo of vibes but I was totally feeling every weird minute of it. And when you throw in a dreamy synth score you have all the ingredients for a Lo fi fever dream of nonsensical bliss. There only…
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The “remake” of this was just released on Full Moon Streaming and I wanted to watch the original before checking that one out and I had a surprisingly good time for a movie that I don’t feel like is talked about a whole lot. It’s a great time capsule of 80’s b-movie aesthetic with a bleach blond witch as the lead and sometimes she has 6 breasts and sometimes she doesn’t!
The 3.8/10 rating on IMDb is ridiculous and just goes to show why you should never go by their ratings.........and yet I still do take them significantly into consideration when picking out movies and I just don’t know why. Boo to me. This is MUCH better than a 3.8…
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The time has come for Tubi to offer an ad-free subscription. Interrupting a scene where a witch grows extra boobs to breastfeed ectoplasm to her demon minions is unacceptable.
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LeeAnne Baker IS Goth Annie Lennox, Satan's emissary on earth: a fishnet stockings, leather, and black eyeshadow synth-pop dancing witch with a six-pack of lactating titties to feed all the zombies under New York City. Hit the 6 train while she's expressing, you freaks, before the good reverend whittles up enough crosses to take you downtown for good!
Written and directed by Bruce Hickey, and Letterboxd would have you believe it's his only credit but check out his bio website, he's still hustling today on the indie scene. LeeAnne Baker was an acting student at NYU who did movies for Empire Pictures for a couple years before dropping out of movies altogether. This feels like a college project, all amateur…
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She moves with intent; spellbinding dance in front of a backdrop of symbols, smoke and fire. Satanic witchcraft before her followers and worshippers as she suggestively orchestrates her cape like a conductor of clandestine night time rituals. She was not clandestine enough, though, not for a witchy mistress of renaissance era devil worship, and she is killed by the inevitable mob, only to be reborn to 1980s NYC in a montage of motorcycle power ballad cheese, adorned in leather and black eyeshadow and punk-rock pixie cut.
Dragged over from the fold of 1600s New Amsterdam is an echoey reverb that subtly laces everything and causes a float in the lifeforce drainage and ESP-forced suicide, as Eva searches for Satan's ring…
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Almost completely perfect in every way. Please let me return as a goth leather punk satanic witch in new york, in a future life.
But really, every single character in Necropolis is wonderful. It’s just a delightful, beautiful, satanic, telepathic, murderous, many-breasted world in this movie and i can’t get enough. I only wish i had a nicer version to watch than the shitty transfer from charles band’s old VHS collection via full moon streaming. -
I'm trying to work my way through my watchlist but considering my main basis for adding things is if its got a cool poster turns out theres a lot of turds on there.
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Eva’s got that hard femme satanic witch energy. she’s in leather riding around the city on a motorcycle that perfectly matches the color of her clawed nails, dedicating demented dance numbers to the dark lord, and casting spells to steal souls, leaving the streets glistening with ectoplasm in her wake. sleazy, synthy 80s b trash nonsense that I will gladly eat up, as long as it’s being fed to me by a reanimated, disembodied hand eager to drag me to the dark side.
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I'd have thought a scene wherein a centuries-old Satanist lactates ectoplasm out of her six breasts to feed to her army of melty-faced zombies would automatically redeem any B-feature, no matter how otherwise uninspired or vaguely goofy.
Guess I'm wrong again.
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"But my lips are soft." - A Jabronie Cop Draped in a Gold Chain
I'm all about that new wave city witch leather jacket pentagram ring aesthetic. The goofy dialogue holds the less impressive, Charles Band cheapie Manhattan street scenes together until the next striking velvet lair or hippie burnout apartment materializes from the black magick ether. The entirety of Necropolis sounds like aliens wrote it after observing humans for five minutes. A gay porn without the sex scenes; an after the fall of New York wasteoid chiller; an MTV tough streets music video laced with dialogue about proper vitamin intake and corner loitering politics and past lives as slaves and slavers and maybe women. And Mr. Producerband didn't throw in a single stinkin' li'l puppet! Truly a joy to catch on the big screen in a print much better than a copy of a copy of a VHS scanned to DVD that the family Band provides.
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I see this has mostly mediocre reviews/ratings here on this wonderful website and I'm here (probably unsurprisingly to most) to say fuck all that. This movie is amazing.
LeeAnn Baker is a Satan worshiping witch who gets taken down way back in the past in New Amsterdam. Now it's 1987 and that crazy witch is back on the streets of New York decked out in some badass clothes.
There's also this priest/community leader/spiritual leader/paranormal expert dude who helps kids kick dope, among other things. He also helps this adult lady deal with a paralyzing fear of people touching her neck.
Then there's this New York cop who's investigating the murders left in that witch's wake. All three of them end…