Review – Demonic

Straight single female film fans, here’s something new for you: a horror movie that can be used as a potential boyfriend meter. Show him this picture and see how long it takes him to get tired of the nekkid vampire chicks that suffuse this hunk of junk. If he can make it all the way to the end without saying “ah jeez, not more nekkid vampire chicks” at least once, he has the emotional maturity of a 12-year-old and should immediately be kicked to the curb. I find myself astonished once again that a production of this caliber requires so many people in the end credits. Couldn’t such crap have been made with nothing more than a cameraperson, someone on post-production, ten actors (well, eight actors, an obscure novelist and a bizarrely-ageless Tom Savini) and a handful of emaciated strippers? Wish I’d skipped it