A strange and unsuccessful mix between peplum and medieval film, with the people furious against an alleged witch condemned to the stake who sends the classic curse to posterity. Maciste arrives, with a low forehead and accentuated prognathism, always strictly bare-chested and in long johns, and he solves everything for some unknown reason (and without earning anything). Throughout the film we see his face contracted because he is busy lifting huge boulders, bending iron bars, fighting with wild beasts... and even avoiding a herd of oxen! In any case, this homemade hell (filmed in the caves of Castellana near Bari) is somewhat disappointing. And the solemn dialogue is stereotyped and consequently sounds fake, as it always is when a touch of irony is missing.
Review of The Witch's Curse
