Carmen Maura, center, in Witching & Bitching (IFC Films)

It’s been a long, long while since a horror comedy had the wit and gonzo attitude of Witching & Bitching (Spanish [and better] title, Las Brujas de Zugarramundi). It’s funny, stylish, and perfectly pitched for the midnight movie set.

Proceedings start with the most badass bank (or in this case, gold shop) robbery this side of Tarantino. The culprits: street performers. One dressed as Jesus, one a soldier, etc. Jesus takes his 10-year-old son along for the ride because it’s his day for custody, and he certainly isn’t going to move the day of the robbery after it was so well planned. Needless to say, the robbery gets botched, but the culprits escape with the booty. Cops in tow, they commandeer a taxi and head for the French border.

The car ride sets up the theme of the movie. The next 10 minutes are a hilarious conversation where Jesus, the green soldier, and the taxi driver do nothing but bitch about women. And after deciding that all women are indeed witches, they get trapped in a town full of actual witches. Witches who plan to eat them and use Jesus’s son as a sacrifice to the Goddess.

So, one can gather this film is not in the least politically correct. And though the women here are responsible for atrocious behavior (they are witches, after all), the three main male characters are buffoons. Posturing, preening, whimpering, hilarious buffoons. All of this proceeds with precision comedic timing and fantastic action sequences, tongue deeply in cheek with the intent to offend anyone not in on the joke. By the end of the insanity, special effects and large set piece have taken over and the film loses a touch of its chaotic, careening charm. But that is a minor quibble. It’s still a fantastically fun film.

Oh, and the lead witch is played with impeccable sophistication by the fantastic Spanish actress Carmen Maura. That alone should be the reason to go. Luckily, there are so many others.