Really, really terrible, even for Rebane. I don't think I've ever seen a sink burst into flame in any genre of film, for starters. In keeping with Rebane's "style" in this movie, this review will mostly be full of rambling comments. Ludlow is apparently in New England, but it looks like Wisconsin and the accents are Wisconsin-y. Characters are ripped apart by demons but later found intact and the cause of death is ruled as strangulation. The reporter girl has flashbacks of things that haven't happened yet. Vampires??? Bill, 49 minutes in and you introduce vampires??? I think it's trying to be a mystery that gradually unfurls, but it's so badly done stuff just jerks along from one plot point to another. One hour and 19 minutes into the movie, the Three Musketeers show up to have a swordfight and kill a character. "Efrem Ludlow's ghost is in the piano...he wants his hands!" The laughing, floating piano that explodes about ten times without damage is a riot though. The shocking revelation of the stumps hardly looks like the actor playing Efrem is wearing socks over his hands, huh? Hell, I don't even know what happened at the end.
You may think this is a "so bad it's good" movie. Don't think that. It's so awful it made me angry. Avoid.
You may think this is a "so bad it's good" movie. Don't think that. It's so awful it made me angry. Avoid.