Night of the Demons

Practical effects reign supreme in Kevin S. Tenney's slight but fun Halloween bash.

Not a lot of character or plot, but Night of the Demons is a really fun time with some stylish direction and great FX. Perfect for Halloween and both Angela and Suzanne are icons.

This is too silly to generate any semblance of unsettling atmosphere, but the monster makeup is effective.

Classic 80s slasher styles work in this possession film, playing off the sex, drugs, and rock & roll scares of its era.

It's willfully preposterous, featuring a band of characters that would never, ever actually be friends in real life, and heading out into the night to do something so dumb that it's inconceivable.

The order of the victims is mostly unpredictable and the third act is largely unrelenting in its terrors.

I'd be remiss if I didn't note this is one of the most misogynistic films I've ever seen, even within a genre that gets maligned for its portrayal of women.

Instead of going with just another spooky house/slasher mash-up approach, Kevin Tenney made a film that's fun, tawdry, scary, and atmospheric with just the right amount of camp and T&A peppered in.

It's hardly worth seven bucks to see Linnea Quigley, in the flick's wildest scene, thrust a lipstick into her own breast.

Gross, funny, and full of superb makeup effects, this is a ghoulish treat for fans of the severely demented.