Who’d have thought I’d end up with another satanic cult movie?
2009’s The House of the Devil has some great poster art. It concerns a penniless college student (aren’t they all?) looking for money and finding it from a babysitting job for an eccentric family. Madness eventually ensues.
The first appearance of Jason as the killer requires a few leaps in logic and plausibility, but it did set up one of the most iconic movie villains and longest-running horror franchises in the business. It also makes for a charmingly dated and tame summer camp slasher movie, which we only realized upon revisit.
I’ve already said how much I love a good supernatural horror film about devil worshippers. Girls on stone altars, priests in black robes chanting and performing blood rituals – what else would the doctor order for a late October evening with Halloween fast approaching?
To The Devil…A Daughter did not fit the bill. It’s a lame and slow moving film, anti-climactic, plodding along from beginning to end. I barely got through it.
I popped this movie in because it was late and I didn’t have the stamina for a full-length film.
I have an affinity for micro-budget fan projects where a group of fans get together, bonded by nothing more than pluck and a ravenous enthusiasm for their subject matter, and pitch in to make a little movie. Whether or not great cinema happens, it still inevitably ends up with the same charm as … I don’t know … let’s say a silent film from the early days of filmmaking, when people were first figuring out what the medium could do and experimented in their basements. The same ingenuity is at work.
Straight from the Dogg Pound comes a mediocre horror anthology with an urban twist.
In “Crossed Out,” a local witch doctor – for reasons unclear – blesses an orphan with the ability to kill vandals by spray-painting a big red X over their tags. It’s more of a sequence than a story – reminiscent of a music video in its frenetic energy, impatience with plot or character, and straight-to-video special effects.