Samra Harvey

Samra Harvey’s name pops up for one wild reason: Blood Sabbath, 1972. Now, if you know anything about grindhouse horror, this one’s a fever dream. The kind of flick where you’re not sure if you’re supposed to watch it or if you just stumbled into the wrong theater. Samra plays a role that’s honestly hard to forget, even if you might want to. Set in a trippy, sun-blasted California that probably smells like incense and regret, the movie’s about a Vietnam vet who just wants some peace but lands smack in the middle of a coven of witches. Not the whimsical, broomstick type—think more blood, chants, and questionable nudity. Samra sort of floats through the story, both alluring and dangerous, like she’s the last person you’d trust at a bonfire. The plot’s got everything: black magic, doomed love, psychedelic trips, plenty of fake blood. It’s messy. It’s weird. You probably won’t find Oscar-winning performances here, but there’s this strange energy, and Samra’s right in the eye of that storm. She doesn’t just play a witch—she *is* the vibe that hangs over the whole movie, making you wonder what you’ve just watched. Cult classic? Maybe. Nightmare fuel? Definitely. But hey, that’s the magic of a 70s horror flick—never boring, always a little bit unhinged, and Samra Harvey’s performance is one for the midnight movie crowd.