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The Demon Within(2001) - By T-Dawg

Rating out of 5 possible lobsters :
 

Zero Lobsters!!!

Where does one begin in writing a review for something that you have no clue what it’s about or even remotely understood? This along with a laundry list of other irritating aspects of the movie forced me to confront “The Demon Within.”

 The cast is comprised of a female sculptress, a guy who has to be bipolar and reenacts Hamlet in his apartment, an art teacher, a stripper, a gargoyle statue and a manikin. The sculptress is the lead character and is blessed with psychic ability. When she’s not in art class sculpting gargoyles and homicide victims she enjoys molding large cocks, sexually arousing priests, her teacher, and her demented neighbor. The neighbor is a jack of all trades when it comes to being a sexually repressed, schizophrenic, Shakespearean actor. To hear this guy quote Hamlet’s classic line – “To be or not to be…” is the equivalent of Satan doing a reading of the bible for Oprah’s book club. This guy is played by none other than Jeff Fahey whose only claim to fame is being in “The Lawnmower Man!” There are two objects in the movie that get the voice over treatment and an awful lot of camera time – A gargoyle statue on the roof of the church and a manikin draped in a scarf  and sporting sunglasses (I’d be in a disguise too if I was in this piece of shit!). The stripper’s tits and flash dance routine wouldn’t even get a limp dick rating from Hustler. This is the kind of incoherent material that David Lynch would even turn his nose up at.

 The plot is so mind boggling, convoluted, and irrational that the only Demon Within you will be watching is yourself in the mirror with a 40 oz. of Vodka and a fistful of sleeping pills for wasting your time. You want to be entertained by watching the Demon Within go to a local AA meeting. Their train wreck lives and heartbreaking testimonials of alcohol abuse and 12 step mentality will have you handing out Oscars at the door. If there is any silver lining to be had with this Nor’easter it would be the sequence where our leading lady goes into the confession both to repent her sins only to have the priest (or is it?) badger her into a little raunchy sex confessional. There is also a brief lesbian tryst and some voyeur moments with Hamlet drilling holes in the wall (literally) to spy on the sculptress.

 The movie unravels to a conclusion with the neighbor assuming multiple identities and the leading lady screwing (worst sex scene since the 2 hillbillies in a Crack in the floor) him while the gargoyle statue watches from above then throwing her from a cliff only coming back all painted blue looking like Mystique to stab him. If that makes any sense to you please e-mail with a 200 word essay on the meaning of this movie. This receives 0 Lobsters for not having one redeemable death sequence, gore and making zero sense. Where were the fucking demons!

Henry's Comments

 "Maybe if I knew what the fuck it was about I would have something to say!"