Dir: Frank LaLoggia
Even a bitchin' new wave soundtrack (Ramones, B-52s, Talking Heads, etc) can't save this absolute turd of a movie. The plot? Don't even try. It has lofty religious pretensions and a vague homo-erotic undercurrent but aside from the Devil being born into the body of a high schooler, there isn't an awful lot that makes sense. We do, however, learn that the Devil likes tree swings, red lipstick, kissing dogs and shrieking like a schoolgirl while being chased around a castle. As a bonus, we get death by dodgeball (seriously), an epidemic of spontaneously bleeding afros, a random Jesus cameo, a swarm of zombies (some with make-up, some who just couldn't be bothered) crashing a passion play and a Technicolor laser climax straight out of the Jacksons' "Can You Feel It?" video. Or possibly the worst Broadway musical imaginable. If anything, the ludicrous overacting and non-existent budget make this even more absurd than I've just made it sound. EL BOMBA!
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