Greg Dorr’s review published on Letterboxd:
Black Magic's plot is practically disposable, concerning a series of lovestruck creeps who enlist scurvy sorcerers to manipulate the natural world with love and/or revenge spells. It never turns out well. The actors are all game without being either poor or notable, but there's never any real tension, and even though the story is meandering and eventually incoherent, it is fun to watch — and the real joy of Black Magic is discovering what shocking, gross or reprehensible idea director Ho Meng-Hua will come up with next.
Possibly the strangest part of Black Magic, however, is just how tame it seems compared to later Shaw Brothers horror offerings. Last Octoblur we watched the clinically insane Mo (The Boxers Omen), and having previously seen the creepy Human Lanterns, Hong Kong horror from the 1970s and 1980s is quickly becoming one of my favorite new avenues of weird.