Alright-where to start? Well- there's a prolouge! A bunch of Devil worshpippers back who know when chain a woman up, rip her blouse open so we can get a tittie shot, (enjoy it-it's the only one in the film), and cut off her hand....which crawls into a tiny coffin. Flash forward-
Samantha Egger is in Mexico with her husband at his mine. Never says what kind of mine-just a mine. A mine containing mummies and Devil worshipping s**t. Her hubby becomes possessed by the hand, seals his workers in the mine with TNT, and heads to Vegas.
In Vegas he's on a winning streak- and is kidnapped. He kills his kidnappers, yet sets himself on fire with gasoline. They bury him.
Aw f**k. To make a stupid story short- his corpse blasts out of the ground like shot out of a cannon, and cuts it's own hand off with a cop car door (!). And possesses the cop! Who makes a doctor cut it off him (at gunpoint!). The hand kills the cop and possesss the doctor-and so on blah blablah. OH! The hand does leap out an apartment building window and hitch a ride on Stuart Whitman's car (he plays a priest), and even escapes by hitching a ride on the under carriage of a freight train!
Oh! You can tell when the hand possess anyone-because you get a flash of lightning, and a cardboard shadow cut-out of the devil flashing across the screen.
It's actually a fun movie. Makes very little real sense. But it's bloody, and it ain't slow. It moves right along!