THE DEVONSVILLE TERROR
We call them "pork"...what do they call us?
Two-legged mutton. I'm serious.
If you're a witch in 1683 Devonshire, you'll be lucky if all they do is burn you at the stake. Maybe they'll strap you to a big wheel and roll you down a hill - or maybe they'll have you eaten alive by pigs!
Of course, that was 300 years ago, and nobody'd do that today...unless, of course, they're the reincarnated souls of those responsible for the witchhunts. Sucks to be a witch in that town. And sure enough, three women move into town, and they're spreading all sorts of non-Christian thought, like that God was once considered to be female. (the horror!)
The whole "witch-burning" subgenre isn't really one of my favorites (typing this just now led me to suspect that I don't think I have a favorite. Pity. But I do have a least favorite.). Although I do intend to track down a copy of The Conqueror Worm.
Suzanna Love plays the foxiest of the new citizens in town, and nobody wants to see anything bad happen to her, especially since she's so helpful in spending half her screen time topless. So right there, sympathy shifts from the maggot-infected town doctor (Donald Pleasance) to the naked chick.
There's just not too much exciting happening here - the movie plods along without too much to sustain interest, except for the occasional bit of gratuitous nudity, or the revolting shots of Pleasance pulling maggots out of his skin. The climax does, happily, give us an exploding head, a melting head, and yes, laser beams shooting from somebody's eyes.
Not really recommended, but I've seen worse. See only if extremely bored.