Nato –Â Devil’s Due
Please excuse me, for I’m still recovering from Devil’s Due (after jumping the gun and voicing my excitement). Not because it terrified me into a horrific coma, no no, but because Lindsay Devlin’s devilish baby mama story put me into a sleep-induced coma. Ever wonder what would happen if one of your family home videos ended randomly with a cult killing? I’ll tell you what – an hour and twenty minutes worth of boredom, and then ten minutes that would leave your brain in a puzzled, disappointed state. If you’ve yet to see Devil’s Due, please note some spoilers will follow…
…like right here. I mean, for a film that talks about the birth of a demon baby, there was a serious lack of demon baby action – as in none at all. It’s just a regular, skin covered baby. No horns, no tail, no hooves, no breathing fire – there was such an ingenious opportunity worth taking advantage of, giving horror fans an evil Devil baby rampage finale, but all we got instead was a lame criminal mystery and some destroyed furniture.
Even worse is that my love for Matt Bettinelli-Olpin and Tyler Gillett (part of Radio Silence) didn’t live up to their V/H/S short film “10/31/98” – but I don’t see this as their fault. Nothing about Devil’s Due pleaded for the brilliant visual trickery. Few moments let our directors run wild with their imaginations – two short scenes in fact. One sees a camera-holding teenager run into our pregnant mama partaking in a non-motherly activity, so she uses some Sith force-push action to throw the cameraman into the air, and slam him down on a car – pure awesomeness. The rest? People in hoodies looking creepy, broken doors, and lots, and lots, and lots, and lots of talking. Blah blah blah – get to the demon baby point!
Alas, with no demon baby, and limitless boredom, Devil’s Due should have been – actually, not even I can go there.
