The head neck nibbler called, I kid you not, Count Sinistre (Hubert Noël) really wants his trinket back and so takes the time to set himself up as a painter complete with attic studio - as you do - and proceeds to seduce a young model - as you do.
These late 50s and early 60s (this one was made in 1965) are often pretty mannered affairs and this is no exception, it's also a silly load of old Dennis Wheatley style tosh all red robes, incantations and ominous pronouncements - "When you're monkeying with black magic you don't know what you're up against.". Sylvester is as ineffective as a lead here as he was in that other movie, Noël is about as 'sinistre' as beige paint and director Lance Comfort struggles vainly to build any sort of menace but it does have its moments - the bleeding painting is a nice touch - and personally I love a bad B movie.
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