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Sleazy Spanish take on 1958’s The Thing That Couldn’t Die stars his barrel-chested majesty Paul Naschy and plenty of sexy (and nekkid) ladies. A devil-worshipping warlock (Naschy, of course) and his witchy lover are executed but, of course, a curse is thrown down before death claims the witch. Flash-forward to current times and the dead sorcerer’s relative (Naschy again) and a small group of folks (his lady, his friend and his friend’s lady) head out to his family estate after a séance leads them to believe a treasure is buried on the property. They find a treasure chest but instead of gold and jewels, the not-so-dead warlock’s head is contained within and he has some scheming to do. Psychic manipulation leads to murder which leads to boobs which leads to more murder as Naschy’s severed head controls some local numbskulls to do his bidding and eventually bring back his love. It all climaxes with tons of dead bodies and a few zombies. It’s all icky fun and pretty dumb but you won’t hear me complaining.
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