by Louis Fowler
Most weeks, I review more DVDs than the Indy can fit into print. You can look for extra write-ups here, on the IndyBlog.
Legendary B-movie director Jim Wynorski has directed more than 80 low-budget features, starting with 1983's The Lost Empire; cast Traci Lords in her first mainstream flick; discovered Jennifer Love Hewitt; and, now, must direct a no-budget softcore spoof in only three days. The excruciatingly entertaining warts-and-all indie documentary Popatopolis chronicles the making of his latest opus, The Witches of Breastwick, ranking right up there with other dreamers-with-a-camera docs like American Movie and Audience of One, but with one main difference: Wynorski is not deluded! He is actually mega-talented and super-driven and, if given the chance, could be one of the biggest directors working today. It's a real tragedy to see the director of such fun, entertaining movies like Return of the Swamp Thing and Chopping Mall wallowing in the world of these mediocre T-and-A quickies. More info at popatopolis.com.
A remake of 1988's comically overrated cult-horror flick of the same name, Adam Giersch's Night of the Demons not only betters the original, but is original enough to be a stand-alone. Party-girl promoter Angela (Shannon Elizabeth) throws the Halloween shindig of the year at the infamous Broussard Mansion, a site where Satanic murders were committed years back. Not the best place to throw a party, as, soon enough, the remaining party-goers become possessed by demons that were so evil they were kicked out of hell. Boasting an all-star B-level cast including Monica Keena, Diora Baird, Bobbi Sue Luther and Edward Furlong, Night of the Demons is one of the most fun horror flicks of the year, a fright-film that didn't feel the need to cater to sparkly tweens or message board-obsessives and really should have been released in theaters last month.
I'm not one of these critics that feels the need to automatically diss a movie simply because it carries the moniker of “faith-based” in its description. Contrary to popular belief, there are quite a few entertaining and inspiring neo-Christian films floating around out there. Sadly, I Am isn't one of them. Instead, I Am is pretty much a perfect example as to why so many people think these types of movies are lame. Heavy-handed, pseudo-hip and downright silly, I Am wants to be a modern-day reasoning of why the Ten Commandments are still important. But it's all presented in a way that, unless you're a rock star with a dead son, a socialite who has herself cryogenically frozen, or a CEO who creates a bottled water called, mockingly enough, GOD Water, these stories will have absolutely no bearing in your life. Or afterlife, for that matter.