Is this a good movie? No is the easy and obvious answer. It is ridiculous and egregious, but it is that very flagrance and flamboyance that it revels in which just might make it fun enough for some of you. This is an outlandish slide through the pigpen of 80s/90s horror schlock and the twistiest of thrillers. Not that the twist is all that mind bending or without its telegraphing, but once it happens, your eyes roll but your head also tilts back in laughter, for at that point it embraces its nefarious gluttony and horrific bacchanal. Not everyone will delight in its delirious eccentricities (hell, I didn’t, on the whole), but for those who wander those trodden horror paths or can embrace the madness, they might really enjoy themselves.
The dialogue is cheezirific along with the token-but-poked-at characters as the film straps itself into its rowdy rocket. We find our destination a dolled-up slimy snot-rocket-smash-up of Total Recall, Basket Case, Lights Out, and Hideaway. Once exposed, supernatural Wick meets Let Us Prey and Terminator for a raucous bloodbath as we tumble headlong to the finale.
There are plenty of elements that will never make sense like the electrical abilities, the antagonists strength, or the specific details behind their prolonged presence. But it can mostly sidestep those poke and prods by embracing its own lunacy and nigh-stupidity. It wants to have fun and plans to drag you down to its own offbeat hell with it.
