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Reverend Will Smythe (unfortunately not a colonial version of the Chris-Rock-slappin’ musical genius behind such classic albums as Willennium and Big Willie Style) and his followers are chased out of town after the holy man is rightfully accused of adultery and polygamy. They flee into the wild, looking for a new home far away from the self-righteous townsfolk. One of the group, Leah, seems to be a bit touched in the head and harnessing some kind of strange psychic power. Marion, the cuckolded husband, comes back from his long stint in the wilderness and is filled in on all the juicy details of what his wife got into while he was gone, so he starts tracking the bunch. Reunited, he joins up with the group and helps them navigate the dangerous Shawnee territories. They find a patch of valley containing some dilapidated cabins which the native people avoid and decide it’s a good enough place as any to call home. Big mistake. The patch of land has dark energy brewing beneath it and is the territory of some kind of elemental evil. A small child is left at the outskirts of the new settlement and the reverend believes her to be a gift from the mysterious, almost spectral local tribe. Leah gets some bad vibes from the kid but Smythe won’t hear anything negative about her. It doesn’t take long for things to start getting strange and going bad. Super bizarre and incredibly intriguing, Eyes of Fire, is one hell of a surprising 80’s horror flick. Well-harnessed folklore and an atmosphere so thick you could use it as a blanket helps to craft a pleasantly savory serving of unsettling cinema. Faces in the earth, people in the trees, raining bones and an exploding child keep everything nice and weird.
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