This is a demented and groovy slice of occult cinema from the pen of Robert Phippeny, apparently a practicing warlock. Phippeny's story sees the charismatic, storm-drain dwelling warlock Simon Sinestrari (Andrew Prine) who's gig appears to be entertaining posh clients and hippies at society parties. When District Attorney Willard Rackum (Norman Burton) and head narc John Peter (Richard Ford Grayling) start busting Simon's hippie pals for low-grade pot-dealing Simon uses his black magic powers to stop them, while also using his powers to take revenge on those who scoff at his mastery of the black arts. Director Bruce Kessler delivers a fun, offbeat film that is full of strange moments, such as Simon directly addressing the audience at the start of the film and odd interludes such as a fantastic weird Wiccan ceremony. It has a very deliberate pace and plenty of black, left-field humour, most of which comes from Robert Phippeny's cool, sly, occasionally absurdist dialogue. The film delivers a wild, trippy, stormy finale and a circular ending - death, apparently, is not the end. David L. Butler provides some nice cinematography while Stu Phillips delivers some quasi-psychedelic noodlings on the soundtrack. The cast is pretty good: Andrew Prine throws himself into proceedings with gusto; Brenda Scott is cool as the lovely Linda and Ultra Violet makes for a fine cult leader. "Simon, King of the Witches" is a bit of a singular effort, full of counter-cultural oddness and some fantastically weird black arts philosophy. It has a freaky, teetering on edge feel running throughout it, all of which adds up to a great piece of (ironic?) Satanic exploitation weirdness. ( )