Demons 2 trades in its predecessor’s penchant for wall-to-wall gore in favor of surreal shocks and quasi-Cronenbergian craziness.
The film is only slightly dependent on the self-pity that informed Asia Argento’s The Heart Is Deceitful Above All Things, but it feels similarly airless.
The film is dispiriting because there’s virtually no sign of Dario Argento in it, nor of any novel motivation to mount yet another version of an oft-told tale.
A preferable alternative would be watching Debbie Does Dallas while squirting Hershey’s Syrup into my mouth.
Vanishing without a trace is always a promise and a threat in Olivier Assayas’s films.
Let the critics eat cake.
Remarkably, Coppola doesn’t ask us to take Marie Antoinette as she thinks she was, but as she probably was.
The film awkwardly shifts gears from gritty independent film realism to gonzo hysteria without ever feeling accurate.
Heads off to Anchor Bay for this surprisingly meaty DVD edition of Trauma.
The film is a familiar rehashing of what Romero already covered in Day of the Dead.