Each man who comes into possession of the mirror is himself possessed, lost in a sexual fantasy so powerful that it becomes real-or so it seems. The viewer is likely to become possessed as well by hardcore scenes that go from a seething sensuality to a raw raunchiness, made more erotic by the film's Gothic sensibility. Some people may find trappings of the 1970s -blow-dried hair, mustaches and fake fur bedspreads-off-putting, but the action's intensity has an impact that's timeless (and I kind of like guys with mustaches, besides). Scenes of an overweight, middle-aged hippie with his eyes outlined in black interrupt the mood, even if he's in a non-sexual role, and the titular Falconhead figure is borderline ridiculous.