Warlock

In a world where the iron certainty of 17th‑century New England collides with the neon‑lit haze of 1980s Los Angeles, a centuries‑old battle awakens. When Giles Redferne, a stern witch‑hunter driven by duty and loss, captures a malevolent warlock—Satan’s own son—their confrontation ripples across time. The warlock’s dark powers fling him forward into a modern era that knows nothing of curses or crucifixes, while Redferne, armed with relics of a forgotten age, is forced to chase his quarry into a landscape ruled by televisions, cars, and an unfamiliar kind of danger.

The warlock arrives in a city pulsing with synth‑driven music, flashing billboards, and a casual skepticism toward the supernatural. Here the old‑world logic of salt circles and holy symbols feels out of place, yet its potency still lingers beneath the surface of everyday life. The tone of the film balances grim, occult menace with the uneasy humor that comes from a man out of his time trying to navigate elevators, phones, and a culture that dismisses witch‑hunters as curiosities. The clash of epochs creates a constant sense of dislocation, making the ordinary feel uncanny and the supernatural eerily plausible.

Enter Kassandra, a quick‑witted young woman whose life is suddenly entangled with the ancient feud. Though she knows nothing of the warlock’s lineage or Redferne’s solemn oath, she becomes the reluctant bridge between past and present, offering a glimpse of modern resilience to the haunted hunter. Together, the trio forms an uneasy alliance, each bringing their own worldview to a struggle that threatens far more than any one of them can imagine. The film teases a race against an unseen catastrophe, couched in atmospheric dread, sharp period contrast, and a relentless, time‑bent chase that keeps the stakes hovering just out of sight.

Last Updated: December 03, 2025 at 23:45