Effective, creepy horror suspense thriller from the 60s

I won't repeat too much of the storyline. But Rick finally meets the blonde, Bianca, in person, that he had previously only seen only in his vivid dreams. Can you believe it? The blonde, Bianca, is some kind of sorceress. She tells Rick everything. She doesn't hold back. She even shows Rick his own voodoo doll. She tells Rick she's been casting spells on him. Bianca adds that she belongs to a cult and now has powers of a witch. Wow! This is the first suspense horror film I've EVER seen in my life where the intended victim is told EVERYTHING to him by his tormentor. In every similar genre movie, the victim is almost always deliberately kept from the truth until it's almost too late, or is too late. Rick appears astonishingly passive. But I don't consider this weak acting. It's more like Rick is in a state of astonisment, bewilderment, puzzlement, and incredulity. People are not used to having the entire truth of something pernicious being done to them being flat-out told to their face as if a cookbook recipe were being recited. If I was Rick and some beautiful blonde told me that she was using her sorceress powers to communicate with me in dreams, summon me, and bewitch me through my own voodoo doll, shown to my face at that; I'd be dumbstruck like Rick too.

There is the obvious moral to the story. It's a late 20th century retelling of the ancient warning of selling your soul to the devil. The good times are delivered up front as promised. But then the bill always comes due and it always proves that it wasn't worth it. But there's no pulling out of the agreement. It's also relevant to drug-users, like shooting up heroin. It's so exhiliarating at first, but then spirals down into suffering and madness. (No, I've never experimented with heroin and never will. The stories of what happens to heroin-users are well-documented).