Underlit Incoherent Junk... And Loving It!
There is something about this movie. It's random, generic quality. The washed-out, boring photography. The lack of a coherent plot. The strange lack of identifying cultural markers. The strange clash of "disco meets hippy" culture. The complete absence of character motivation. The shameless use of gratuitous nudity. If this is the first Halloween clone, then it is certainly the best, because it strips bare the mind-numbing pretentiousness of that John Carpenter mess, and shows what drive-in horror movies are at heart: 90 minutes of killing time, with murder and nudity along the way. This is something the late, great anti-filmmaker Jerry Warren might have made, and be proud of. More of a meditation on a genre than a narrative in any traditional sense of the word, The Demon is, if anything, a sly riff on the horror movies of the 1970s, where anything - and nothing - went. Personally, I find it entirely entrancing; its obstinate refusal to compel the viewer makes it a cinematic enigma worthy of note.
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