Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 8:37 pm
Back in the late '80s, New Line Cinema had this character you may know of called Freddy Kreuger, played by Robert Englund. New Line is still known as "The House that Freddy Built" to give you some idea of the pull he had back then, even as an actor.
In '88, he got to direct this flick. Badly. The devil corrupts souls via a 976 number. It indeed goes downhill from there. The pacing is so ... fucking ... slow. I don't know whether or not to blame the director, editor, writers, or all of them. It reeks of low budgetness as most of the violence happens as the camera pans off to the side. It stars almost no one you've ever heard of then or since or will ever again. It's 60 minutes of plodding build up and then another 30 minutes of an ever so slightly less plodding climax.
If you were a middle-aged religious fanatic terrified of the Satanism craze in the late '80s, this movie is a documentary for you. If you're anyone else, it's just boring.
In '88, he got to direct this flick. Badly. The devil corrupts souls via a 976 number. It indeed goes downhill from there. The pacing is so ... fucking ... slow. I don't know whether or not to blame the director, editor, writers, or all of them. It reeks of low budgetness as most of the violence happens as the camera pans off to the side. It stars almost no one you've ever heard of then or since or will ever again. It's 60 minutes of plodding build up and then another 30 minutes of an ever so slightly less plodding climax.
If you were a middle-aged religious fanatic terrified of the Satanism craze in the late '80s, this movie is a documentary for you. If you're anyone else, it's just boring.