Night of the Demons Adam Gierasch

Night of the Demons Adam Gierasch
If a campy, horny, gore-filled, silly horror comedy fits your mood, Night of the Demons makes for an entertaining Halloween diversion. Refurbishing a film from 1988, this Night stars Monica Keenan (Undeclared), Diora Baird (Wedding Crashers) and Bobbi Sue Luther as friends attending a spooky Halloween bash thrown by Shannon Elizabeth (American Pie, still) at New Orleans' infamous Broussard Mansion. Director Adam Gierasch shows some personality, with cameras darting between fast and slow motion taking in the homage-filled party scene. He doesn't overuse the effect, and its application, along with some witty banter, courtesy of Gierasch's co-writer and wife, Jace Anderson, helps establish a cheeky, irreverent tone. Police bust up the party and the original John Connor (Edward Furlong) stashes his drugs in a wall vent. After the extraneous partygoers disperse, Furlong, the ladies and two other dudes stay at the house and explore the basement while Furlong looks for his coke. One of them is bitten by the skeleton of a demon, paving the way for a second half filled with wicked monster make up and hilarious carnage. It's goofy and suggestive, taking nothing serious (aside from the exceptional demon make up) while producing uproarious, over-the-top kills (death by consensual demon sodomy, anyone?). The cast and crew seemed to have a great time working together, judging by the behind-the-scenes interviews and commentary track. Amid giggling and ribbing, Gierasch, Anderson, Keena, Luther and actor John F. Beach dish great technical info about making the film and bizarre anecdotes, mostly involving Furlong (apparently, he requested his character smoke so that he could get free smokes on set). He's likeably sketchy and an unlikely badass in the movie; it's not hard to see how he'd leave an impression, but Keenan appears to have a borderline creepy/adorable fetish for him. Gierasch and company aren't concerned with believability and it shows ― enthusiastic implausibility is in Demons' blood. Sit back, let the cleavage hypnotize you, enjoy the slaughter and thank rehab Furlong's back to rock the schlock. (eOne)