Imagine if you will the late 1980's. Take a director with all the flair of a dishcloth, throw in some old actors on their last legs and mix with a music video synth score. Dashes of fuzzy 80's soft focus imagery coupled with glaring bluey hued, music video styled, wind filled shots. Drag the plot out verrryy slowly, then let Bob Keen do his worst rubbery monsters ever to cap it off.
What draws a nostalgic buff to watch this shoddy piece of bilge? Nude demon gal, big hair, big nails, flashes of mean blood letting that sit well at trailer speed but not in a 98 minute film. There are some individual scenes that also linger in the mind, which suggests the mind has edited this atrociously made, blandly acted travesty into a coherent 3 minute 'best of'.
If the silliness of the rubbery monsters doesn't kill this stone dead, and if even catholics might find the 'bad taste' merely asinine & puerile, then who was this aimed at as a target audience. I am ashamed to say, i fell for it again and i cannot rinse my mind out sufficiently.
Oh, it is uncut and it has a few extras. But really, this is dismal, & regrettably lame piece of hackwork.