I love this movie so much that I even shelled out a ridiculous amount of money for the horrible tie-in game for Sega Genesis. Bet ya didn't know there was a "Warlock" game for Genesis, did ya? Well, very few people did. But rest assured it wasn't very good.
This is yet another fish-out-of-water horror flick, featuring a Warlock who barely escapes his public burning via time travel porthole which hurls him three hundred years into the future. Unfortunately, Redfern, the daring and gamy witch hunter, leaps into the mystical maelstrom after him. Once the Warlock lands in modern day Los Angeles, he receives orders from a possessed Mary Woronov to assemble the Devil's grimoire, which has been broken up into several individual pieces. The completed book contains the true name of god, and if uttered backward will undo all of god's creation. While this movie definitely rules, I always thought that was the dumbest shit ever, unless Satan himself is a suicidal numb skull who just wants to end it all. At any rate, modern girl Lori Singer (Footloose) winds up being hexed after a brush with the Warlock, which makes her age very quickly. The curse is called REALITY. This forces her to team up with Redfern to hunt down the Warlock so she can be restored.
Bottom line, this movie is all about Julian Sands. The guy is value added to whatever piece of shit he happens to be in. He doesn't always necessarily save the movies he's in, but anytime he's on screen it's always going to be automatically watchable. Sands is truly an underrated modern great. Someone needs to dust this guy off.
They made two sequels, both of which bummed me out.