As ridiculous as I found most of the TV movies of the week about the occult to be, I found them enjoyable in a harmless camp way, but this one seems to be taking itself way too seriously and ends up eye rolling and disgustingly manipulative. It is the second film to feature Louis Jourdan's character of an anti-occult fighter investigating the death of the young niece of faded movie star Anne Baxter who spends more time passed out than before the camera.

Georg Stanford Brown is the young black folk singer who is questioned after finding her body and running away, and this leads to revelations about a cult of young women involved in devil worshiping and human sacrifice. Diana Hyland, Belinda Montgomery and Carla Borelli play foolish young girls on a path of evil, and they are cursed with a stupid teleplay that is equally pretentious.

Such great veteran actors as John McMartin, Wilfrid Hyde-White and Dehl Berti try to maintain their dignity along with Jourdan who seems to be reciting every line as if he was asleep and the breathy Baxter, desperately waiting for her chance to play Margo Channing on Broadway and get away from stuff offered to her like this. McMartin had the big Broadway musical "Follies" right after this, and ironically had a folly with this one. I wasn't creeped out by the occult theme, but it was obvious to me that this wasn't exactly written to be anti-occult with the subtle hints within the pages of the script. Or maybe it was a subtle warning to girls outside of California to stay away. I can't decide which.