Tom “The Counselor” Duvall would do anything for a Klondike bar… even kill. The question for you is- what would YOU do for a Klondike bar?
THIS. IS. TRORROR.
Babysitting is bad, yo.
I’ve been on a bit of an Eighties’ kick so far this year, so I jumped on the fact that even though The House of The Devil” was released last year, it’s shot and edited as if it’s straight out of that old school era. Toss in some crazy Satanic cult shenanigans, and ABBA ZABBA (me, duh) is sold.
Here’s the rundown- Samantha is a college student well on her way to getting her first apartment… unfortunately, she doesn’t have enough money to pay her first month’s rent, so she takes up a babysitting job to get some quick cash in order to make ends meet.
Something’s quite off about this family, though. The husband’s very… particular in his speech; he first comes off as being eccentric, but once he repeats himself about the fact that there’s a number for a pizza place on the fridge for the third or fourth time, then things are definitely off.
Then an eclipse happens… and shit gets weird in a hurry via a full on Satanic ritual.
THIS FLICK MOVES, MAN
There’s not a dead moment in the flick… except for the bodies strewn around the house, of course. Everything happens in the movie for a reason, and there’s a wonderful sense of escalation and tension throughout the course of the film; there are lots of lingering shots of empty space where you think something unexpected is going to creep in from the edges and scare the shit out of you.
WHAT CAME FIRST- THE GROUP OF SATANIC PEOPLE OR THE POOR GIRL WHO FINDS HERSELF AS THEIR SACRIFICE?
Spoiler alert coming up! The end sequences of the film are fun due to something I like to refer as the “going to the barber shop or hair salon six weeks after all that crazy shit went down” dilemma. Here’s the deal- if the end of your film is completely nihilistic or apocalyptic, does your main character survive? The example from this film is this: Samantha ends up having this very real and very fucked up thing being done to her by this murderous group of folks- if she survives all of this, will she one day find herself out somewhere public and end up saying something to the effect of, “Yeah, funny you should say that- one time I took this babysitting job ‘cuz I needed some quick cash, and would you believe that those folks drugged me and poured blood down my throat? I wasn’t having any of that, so I killed a couple of them, kept seeing demon faces in my vision, and shot myself in the head… and nine months later, Roger was born. That’s how I found out where babies come from. From Hell.”
The movie keeps it open as to how it would deal with such a social dilemma, and it manages to end in a classic old-school fashion befitting the genre.
WHAT I LIKED
Jocelin Donahue as Samantha. The subtle nods that things going on in the house aren’t right. The Coke cups. Pizza. Tom Noonan speaking. Night of the Living Dead on the TV during the movie.
WHAT I DIDN’T LIKE
Every time Samantha filled up her water bottle with Satanic tap water- gross stuff. I’m an American, I only drink filtered water, damn it. The fact that people will not watch this movie. I’m looking at you, you.
THE BISCUIT DUCK IS GOING TO FUCK YOU UP IF YOU DON’T SEE THIS FILM
Watch this movie. I’m SRRRRRIOUS.
Brick Prior thinks it’s time for some crazy subtitled mayhem tomorrow.