Aaaah…
Demon Kiss. Our fine friends over at Brain Damage Films never cease to amaze me. All in all,
Demon Kiss is an entertaining little romp on how not to make a horror film, in many respects, but it understands what it is so completely, you can’t help but take a shine to the poor thing. Self-realization is a rarity in the schlock horror world. Guys in
Des Moines with a Hi-8 camera fancy themselves Wes Craven, shooting the latest epic that will take the indie world by storm and if you don’t like it, well then, you just don’t get it!
Demon Kiss, most certainly, does not have that issue. Bad acting? Yeah, but that happens when your producer/writer/star has to carry the weight of the film on her back. Bad camera work? Definitely. Focus is sometimes overrated, though. Bad art/make-up/effects/etc.? Undoubtedly, but that is just the name of the game. What
Demon Kiss does have going for it, though, which makes me think that the filmmakers knew exactly what they were doing along the way, is the copious amounts of nudity. You don’t go longer than a minute or so until some other trashy woman is taking her clothes off. I would actually re-title this film
Demon Labia, but no one asked me.
on DVD!
