Remember that time John Erick Dowdle crafted a clever little picture about the devil and the general public avoided it like the plague because M. Night Shyamalan’s name was attached to the project? No, I suppose you probably don’t, condering the film was treated with the affection of a herpes infected adult entertainer. It’s too bad really, because this film boasts some surpring qualities.
I faintly recall catching the film back when it hit theaters in September of last year. To be completely honest, I didn’t expect much, and I showed a serious disrespect toward the picture by heading into my local cinema highly intoxicated. Typically I’d say I wasted $10, but after reviting Devil last night, I don’t feel so bad about tosng my hard earned cash into the alcoholic toilet where memories are flushed away faster than last evening’s steak and potatoes. The flick is solid, and certainly deserved the cash of consumers.
Ade from a well-crafted script, there are some excellent performances in store for viewers. I found Chris Mesna‘s depiction of Detective Bowden to be a bit stiff and awkward in spots, but Bokeem Woodbine and Logan Marshall-Green are absolutely terrific as victims of the fatal elevator mishap, and they more than override any awkwardness presented by Mesna. Jenny O'Hara and Geoffrey Arend are terrific in mirrored confines; unfortunately they’re a bit underused.
If you opted to avoid this one, rethink that decion. There are potholes in the road, but the majority of the journey is smooth while stimulating. A few choice death scenes produce some awesome visuals, and there are enough high quality performances to conder this a bona fide sleeper success.
Grade: B-