Glen Standring

With a title such as The Irrefutable Truth About Demons, there's little chance that the movie will be good. Still, one does have hopes that the movie will be so bad, it's good. Unfortunately not — it's just plain bad. There's little entertainment value in this farfetched yarn (although some of the acting does evoke laughter. But then again, given the dubious nature of the script the actors are working with, it's hard to be too critical of them. Demons and cult members chase Dr. Harry Ballard (Karl Urban) through the streets, as he spends much of the time strutting about without a shirt. The movie is ostensibly an examination of the nature of reality, which we are told by Harry, is created by the mind, not the eyes. This could potentially be the premise of an interesting story, if the conclusions to which the movie arrives about reality weren't so irredeemably insipid. First-time New Zealand feature film writer/director Glenn Standring's view of the Truth is as bankrupt as his vision of the horror film genre. Like a good majority of horror films, The Irrefutable Truth mistakes what is merely disgusting (such as a handful of cockroaches being thrown into someone's open mouth) for what is truly horrifying (such as the baseness to which humanity can sink portrayed by truly chilling movies such as Psycho and Rosemary's Baby).