It's a bird! It's a plane! It's...Julian Sands? Swooping around like some hell-bent Peter Pan, the grim-faced Sands must have been possessed to allow himself to look as ridiculous as he does in Warlock, a moderately entertaining supernatural thriller in which he flies around on a guy wire and smirks as only the son of Satan can smirk. Director Miner (Friday the 13th, House) executes some of the scary scenes competently (one in which Sands gives his male host the ultimate French kiss is grossly memorable), but he never takes the material beyond its rather limited parameters.
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