Editorials
‘Amityville Witches’ Brings Soap Opera Melodrama to the “Franchise” [The Amityville IP]
Twice a month Joe Lipsett will dissect a new Amityville Horror film to explore how the “franchise” has evolved in increasingly ludicrous directions. This is “The Amityville IP.”
For the 25th entry of this editorial series (!), we’re looking at the lone Amityville directed solo by a woman: Rebecca Matthews’ Witches of Amityville Academy (2020). Also known as Amityville Witches or Witches of Amityville, this British production is another “Amityville in name only.” That means the characters say the word, but it has no bearing to haunted objects and/or its DeFeo predecessors. In fact, the film is closer in tone and visual aesthetic to a soap opera than the preceding 26 titles.
Screenwriter Tom Joliffe opens the film with not one, but two cold opens. The first features witches being hanged in 1602, while the second jumps ahead to the present day as white magic sisters Sam (Kira Reed Lorsch), Lucy (Donna Spangler), and Elena (Brittan Taylor) pacify a pair of burglars who break into their house.
What’s interesting is that aside from these men and a slightly lecherous ride share driver, the film features only one significant male character: the demonic threat Botis (Toby Wynn-Davies). The rest of the cast is entirely female, which makes sense given the film’s preoccupation with sisterhood and spellcasting.

The plot centers around Jessica (Sarah T. Cohen), a girl without familial connections who receives an impromptu invitation to study “drama and the arts” at Amityville Academy. The school is run by Mrs. Dominique Markham (Amanda-Jade Tyler, vamping it up), a headmistress prone to sacrificing her students in order to accrue more power.
The only people who can oppose Dominique are the trio of Belle sisters. They also studied under teacher Tild Von Erich (Niccola Wright) but the trio use their powers exclusively for protection and healing. When Dominique realizes that Jessica is a powerful untapped witch and tries to kill her, the trio must step in to defend her, teach her their ways and ultimately banish Dominique before she can bring about the end of the world.
That description is more exciting than the actual film, which looks and plays (for better or worse depending on your preference) like a daytime soap. The acting ranges from melodramatic (Tyler) to earnest (Cohen) to a little stiff (Spangler and Taylor) and judging from the limited locations, as well as the lived-in production and low-fi FX, it’s clear the film is a low budget affair.
Still, there’s something endearing about Witches of Amityville Academy. Perhaps it’s the film’s focus on older actresses, the familiar visual iconography of women performing spells together, or the not-so-subtle homages to witchy texts like Suspiria and Charmed, but Amityville Witches wound up being a simple, comforting watch.

Critical viewers will undoubtedly favour the (admittedly better) texts the film is referencing. At the very least those films feature better special effects; Matthews makes only sporadic use of Angel Kunev’s green and violet visual effects for battle sequences. In fact, the majority of the time the actors simply strain and use hand motions to signify they’re using magic, which is often more than a little laughable.
It’s also hard not to wish that the narrative was a little more adventurous. Joliffe’s story is fairly paint by numbers and offers few, if any, surprises. The film also features too many characters, especially when the other students at the Academy are factored in. Aside from teacher’s pet Katherine (Barbara Dabson), none of them are distinguishable from each other. One saving grace, though? While there is very little violence, when blood is shed, such as when poor Sally (Georgina Jane)’s throat is slit, the gore looks okay.
That word could just as easily describe Amityville Witches overall: this is a totally fine, inoffensive film, albeit one that is a little too familiar and even a little boring. If you like seeing women of a certain age hovering over a pot of strange liquid or talking about repressed memories from another life, this is probably your jam.


The Amityville IP Awards go to…
- Best Dialogue 1: When dropping off Jessica on the side of the road at dusk, the ride share driver confirms a quick five-minute walk through the woods will get her to the Academy, adding “You can’t miss it!”
- Best Dialogue 2: During their first meeting, Dominique welcomes Jessica to Amityville Academy with the observation: “You’ve a rather sad existence. Alone. Friendless.”
- Slug Magic: At one point in the film, Dominique attacks Lucy, forcing a slug into her mouth. It’s unclear why ingesting this item, which looks like a cross between an amulet and a chocolate bar, nearly kills her, or what the two drops of amber liquid does to save her, but…sure. Lean into that slug magic, movie!
- Props to You: The film is prone to reusing the same props, which means that everyone has the same dagger and chalice. They’re both visually distinct so they stand out, which just makes it all the funnier when, say, Tild uses the same ceremonial dagger that Dominique killed Sally with or when Lucy pulls out the same chalice that Dominique collected blood in earlier.
- Witchy Homages: As mentioned, Joliffe is pretty obvious with his references. At one point we drop a “Power of 3” line (Charmed) and there’s another sequence where Dominique uses her magic to cause a pupil in another room to contort and convulse before dying (2018’s Suspiria). And while I can’t be certain, the dancing with incense sequence plays like a gentle nod to the kitchen scene in Practical Magic.
Next Time: 2020’s offerings continue with Thomas J. Churchill’s The Amityville Harvest.
Editorials
‘The Vampire Lestat’ Concert Event Launches New Season With The Ultimate Expression Of Fandom
There are thousands of passionate fans decked out in gothic chic and champing at the bit like feral creatures. They’re screaming for Lestat, a legendary vampire-turned-rock star, as if the entire crowd has been glamored into submission.
The entire experience is magic, but not because some supernatural thrall has been activated. What’s going on is even more special. It’s the power of the effusive fandom that’s been authentically assembled by AMC’s sublime Immortal Universe, namely Anne Rice’s Interview with the Vampire, now, The Vampire Lestat.
The Vampire Lestat is far from the first Anne Rice adaptation, and it’s not as if there’s been a lack of erotic vampire material for audiences to sink their teeth into. On June 2nd, during a one-night-only spectacle, New York City’s prestigious Beacon Theatre shook from Sam Reid’s bravado performance and an audience full of adoring fans who had already memorized Lestat’s songs.
It’s clear that The Vampire Lestat just hits differently than its predecessors. It’s become more than just a TV series at this point, and this opulent display of ego, swagger, and pure sex is the perfect way to premiere the new season and give back to the fans who helped make Interview with the Vampire/The Vampire Lestat such a breakout success. It’s exactly the sort of hyperbolized hedonism that would make Lestat cackle.

For all intents and purposes, AMC has successfully created the illusion that this concert/premiere is just one of the many destinations on Lestat and his band’s 54-stop tour that is simultaneously playing out on this season of television. It’s such a sophisticated and thorough level of interactive fan engagement that the audience doesn’t just understand, but also manages to accentuate through its involvement.
It’s a level of seamless synergy that’s not unlike the give-and-take relationship of vampire and victim.
Before the concert started, “LeStans” were sitting in the Beacon and flipping through a fake Rolling Stone issue with Lestat emblazoned on the cover, complete with interviews with the undead frontman inside. Other fans were admiring the vinyl pressing of Lestat’s EP as they walked past a section of undead band merch. Fandom and fantasy blur together, and it all becomes this elaborate, immersive experience. Fan celebration, erotic gothic fantasy, and a lavish rock concert transform into one beautiful thing.
To this point, AMC Global Media’s Chief Content Officer and President of AMC Studios, Dan McDermott, introduced the event by reiterating to fans, “You are the heartbeat of the series.” That’s abundantly clear on nights like this as that heartbeat collectively pulses to this performance. In terms of how AMC engages with The Vampire Lestat’s fans, it’s as bold a reinvention as the season itself.
This intuitive gamble speaks to AMC’s creativity in this department and a fandom that is eager to seize such opportunities. It’s the same innovation that led to zombie walks for The Walking Dead and real-life Los Pollos Hermanos restaurant pop-ups from Breaking Bad. It’s a great way to pump up the audience for The Vampire Lestat and then maintain that enthusiasm for the whole season.
![]()
For most series, a rock ‘n’ roll concert just doesn’t make any sense as a promotional tool. The Vampire Lestat finds itself in a very unique position where it can deliver an excellent concert at an iconic theater, but also use it to showcase The Vampire Lestat’s music by Daniel Hart (who was shredding on stage alongside Reid and the rest of their band) and, more than anything, Sam Reid’s endless charisma.
The way in which Reid feeds off of the crowd’s energy, modulating his performance and giving different sections of the Beacon life, is a perfect distillation of the series’ thoughtful relationship with its audience and how it’s become such a breakout success for AMC. AMC Studios President Dan McDermott emphasized that the fans are the reason that the show is still here and why an event like this is even possible. It’s rare to see a series in which every single cog in the machine is so perfectly attuned to its fans. Reid’s fans already cheer whenever they see him, so why not translate that to a concert setting?
It’s clear in this season of television that Reid was born to be a rock star, but it’s surreal to see him effortlessly command the stage — and the audience — at every step of the concert. He recites Shakespeare monologues and bitches out Armand between songs, all while the audience screams in support. For the duration of this concert, Reid is Lestat, and he’s given thousands of fans a memory that’s as immortal as any vampire.
Now bring on the encore and get this show on the road!
You must be logged in to post a comment.