⭐️⭐️⭐️1/2
Trash classic shot on 16 MM in Ann Arbor, Michigan with cheap gore, braindead acting and a prattling plot which relies heavily on stupidity and convenience; needless to say, I fucking loved it. Father Aaron is contacted by his old friend, Jack, who is in desperate need of taking confession. The priest finds out that Jack has sold his soul to achieve fame and stardom in Hollywood but when it came time to pay his debt (the sacrifice of two innocent souls) he could not go through with it. Now, Satan has sent his demons after Jack and they are possessing folks he runs into and turning them homicidal. Jack asks Father Aaron for his help because he has also discovered that Satan is planning to take over the world and the string of murders committed by a ski mask adorned gang is the opening act. There’s a whole mess of greatness, as only those backyard DIY regional films can accomplish, such as a priest with a chainsaw, zombies, inept detectives, a crotch gripping hand which explodes from a bible, alcohol consumption and some extremely off acting. “I’ve got a message for you. Tell Satan I said: kiss my black ass!”
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