Demon Slayer 2003 Horror Movie Review

I write this review as a fan and collector of bad movies. I love bad horror. I did not pop this in expecting Smiles of a Summer Night, but this is one of the most pitiful things ever released straight-to-dvd (which is saying something).  There are thousands of cheeseball horror flicks to choose before you should even glance at this one.


Aside from the cardboard “characters”, the nonexistent “plot”, the numbing “effects”, the wooden “acting”... this movie doesn’t even have the wit to STOOP to exploitation. Saddled with cardboard “types,” the performers aren’t even allowed to portray their assigned stereotypes properly within the movie’s baffling and idiotic events. The poor “actors” shuffle through this thing like wigged crash test dummies, but I have only pity for them. The story is a quilt of half-borrowed, completely forgettable cliches. Presumably writer/director Cotten was forced to make this disjointed, boring turkey under extreme duress and financial need.


And before anyone starts saying camp value or intentional parody, this steaming pile is about as funny and fascinating as a pedicure. More amazingly, the bonehead producers weren’t smart enough to insist on any genuinely prurient sex or violence to leaven this leaden muck. It plays like an 80 minute afterschool special on Tourette’s filmed by outpatients at a rehab center.


I wouldn’t use this DVD as a coaster; I would be afraid to drink from the glass afterwards.