At an old farmhouse, a family mysteriously dissapears at the hands of evil. Years later, hair metal band The Tritons comes to the farmhouse, whose barn now features a 24-track recording ... See full summary »
At an old farmhouse, a family mysteriously dissapears at the hands of evil. Years later, hair metal band The Tritons comes to the farmhouse, whose barn now features a 24-track recording studio. Lead singer John Triton gets the band to perform their first night in the farmhouse after dinner, and weird little beasties suddenly appear, and strange things start to happen. Band members (and their tag along girlfriends) begin to act strangely and vanish one by one. Soon, only John Triton remains, and he holds a secret. Finally, the evil shows itself and a battle between heaven and hell ensues.... Written by
Chris Rutkowski <firstname.lastname@example.org>
When John searches downstairs, he's wearing stage make-up and his silver jacket. When he goes upstairs, he's clean-faced and wearing a sweater. Then when he goes back downstairs, he's wearing the make-up and jacket again. See more »
Let's go check upstairs.
Well, it sounded like the scream came from down here... Right, let's look upstairs.
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I don't want to say anything bad about Canada, but this movie WAS made there. And it is, clearly, THE worst movie ever to see daylight. I once saw "The Seventh Seal", you know. The plot is not dissimilar, eh? Yes, it's the Canadian version of Bergman.
What else can I say, about this, this. This... this... this this. In the end, even they didn't like their own movie, and went on to finish up with a totally different plot.
I rented it, watched it, and was in benumbed shock. In order to restore some sort of sanity to my universe, I looked it up on IMDB. Somehow, after reading all your clear and rational reviews, I got over the trauma. (Now, I have to say a few words in it's favor.)
The puppets and rubber Satan were cute. I liked the gremlin drooling sputum in the manager's coffee cup. (This movie almost has some redeeming qualities. But not quite.) A few other points: first, clearly, it's meant to be a sort of primitive Canadian satire; second, many drummers have fake accents, or perhaps it disappears because he has been possessed; third, you can't really blame anyone for their hairstyle, (back in the eighties everyone looked like that). However, do not take these comments as in any way condoning this movie. I could be coming down with the flu, but I think it was this revolting piece of celluloid abuse that's making me ill.
Do not ever, recommend that anyone watch this movie. It could destroy a fragile mind. Even your worst enemy doesn't deserve such horror... (I still can't get Thor's tight-buttoned-silver-bare-chested-tuxedo jacket out of my mind... Ahhggg....) And I think the U.N. should pass an international law against anyone, ever again, wearing tiny metal studded leather underpants, particularly while wrestling rubber Satan dolls. Please.
My final points? Why did I watch this movie? What was I thinking? What were they thinking?
Oh, and Thor makes Twisted Sister seem like Mozart. Thanks for listening. I feel better now.
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