A semi-sleazy but efficient satanic shocker demonstrating some effort to accurately portray the occult traditions it so readily maligns. Simón directs a microcosmic battle in the macrocosmic war between darkness and light, one in which mild occult dabbling leads to wholesale corruption. Satanism is portrayed as philosophically shallow, little more than the glorification of the bestial at the expense of the human: natural impulse versus domestic reservation, orgy versus monogamy, killing versus procreation, force versus consent. In the end, we are left with the cold suspicion that our world is naught but the sticky yardstick upon which God and Satan forever measure their throbbing micro-peens.