My first instinct is to describe Messiah of Evil as a wonky, eccentric little amusebouche of Let’s Scare Jessica to Death, Lemora and Carnival of Souls, marinated rather overlong in Dario Argento, seasoned with a fistful of Night of the Living Dead and an insouciant hint of Lovecraft, served cold on a familiar bed of Twilight Zone pasta, and, and, and… but I won’t, lest some wrathful editor whup me with the whuppin’ stick. As one of the film’s supporting characters says, “It’s not that I care. It’s just that I’m scared.” We’ve all been there, haven’t we? Then again, fuck ’em – I’ve got tenure.
Following an opening sequence in which a dying man stumbles through the streets of a coastal California town, our heroine Arletty (Marianna Hill), now…