Let's take a look.
(A warning: if you find discussion of on-screen rape and gendered torture and abuse distressing, you might want to not read this, because oh my, this film is grim. And not in the good way.)
|Bully Boy, Sean, Edward, Burke.|
|The way the camera keeps teeeeeasing you with the gradual opening of the bodice towards the nipple reveal (spoilers: yes, you get a nipple) is only one of the ways this scene is horrible.|
|I don't think the filmmakers actually intended you to see her as suffering from post-rape PTSD but...|
|Maureen and Roderick.|
|Margaret. A character who exists to get stripped and tortured, repeatedly.|
This is what they mean by "bodice ripper." Bodices get ripped. Nipples get displayed. Women get humiliated. And the rapey protagonists do it laughing and sneering and leering. It is nasty. And not in the good way.
|Actual witches doing actual witch things.|
|This doesn't end well for the girl on the pyre.|
|It's sort of awesome when the lightning flashes as he appears and says he'll do Satan's bidding.|
In fact, it's arguably a more efficient horror movie than The Blood on Satan's Claw, which is frankly a mess, but leaving aside the horrible rapey misogyny –
No, actually, let's not. The Blood on Satan's Claw has that nasty rape scene and a fair amount of salacious content (including a 17 year old girl stripping full frontal nude), but the abuse heaped upon young women in Cry of the Banshee is constant. Every single young woman with a speaking part in the movie (and several others) ends up the victim of an act of violence, rape or torture. All of them. And while a lot of the folk horror movies I've looked at make implicit comment on the suffering of the women in their stories and make the film about that (for example Stigma or The Witch, or, more pertinently, given it's exactly contemporary, Robin Redbreast) the message of much of Cry of the Banshee is "look, here's a woman getting leered at and threatened with rape, isn't that so horrid, so let's have a closer look because you might get to see some nipple... aaaand there it is!"
|Lady Patricia's character arc: raped by her stepson, has a breakdown, first to die.|
Cry of the Banshee doesn't. It's a 60s horror film, efficiently shot, efficiently played, efficiently written, efficiently directed. It's smart enough to know that you shouldn't see the monster for more than a split second and never in full. But it doesn't make any innovations. Hell, it only exists in the first place because Vincent Price was a hit the last time he played a witch-hunter.
|The bit where he figures out, two fatalities too late, it's actual witchcraft.|
So all you get is a film that has no serious technical flaws but which is nonetheless horrible to watch because of how icky and rapey it is.