just when you think this can't get any better that mans got a motorbike and a samurai sword.
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Aufgrund der Neueröffnung des Kinopalastes Metropol wird eine Sneak Preview veranstaltet. Ein Motorrad im Foyer, bestückt mit Samuraischwert und einer silbernen Maske, erregt ganz besonderes Aufsehen unter den Premieregästen. Als eine Prostituierte sich an der Maske schneidet nimmt das Unheil seinen Lauf. Parallel zu den Geschehnissen auf der Leinwand verwandelt sich auch die Prostituierte, infiziert durch den Schnitt, in einen Dämon, dessen einziges Ziel es ist, weitere Opfer zu finden und grausam zu töten. In Panik versuchen die Gäste zu fliehen, jedoch sind alle Ausgänge verbarrikadiert. Und während die Zahl der Dämonen mit jedem Opfer steigt scheint das blutige Schicksal der wenigen Überlebenden besiegelt.
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just when you think this can't get any better that mans got a motorbike and a samurai sword.
A moral lesson on why you should never ever ever accept free movie tickets from a fella dressed as a bootleg Phantom of the Opera.So, what happens when a group of people including a duo of college class skipping ladies, a pair of yuppie yuppies, a young first love couple, a wise old blindman and his nymphomaniac companion, a gang of Class of 84 reject punks, and a mackdaddy pimp and his two ho's all get trapped in a movie theatre possessed by demons? Total fuckin' chaotic chaos, of course. What makes it even better? When they go from movie watchers, to demon green gooze ooze possessed. God bless, the Italians!Lamberto Bava in the director's chair. Dario Argento and Dardano Sacchetti writing the script. One third of Goblin on the sound. Also, super-tight editing, marvelous messy makeup, and practical magic special effects from some of the best unsung heroes in the moviemaking business. Now, that's all-star filmmaking.What's to love? Tony the Pimp is my motherfucker. One of his ho's looks like Rick James' doppelgänger. The wooden as Woody the Woodpecker dubbed dialogue. A helicopter. A grappling hook. The fact punks are snorting cocaine outta a Coke can while jamming to Billy Idol's White Wedding. You can't create that awesome awesomeness on accident. Affordable Michael Dudikoff goes all Last Samurai / Ninja Warrior on some motherfuckers. Motorcycle ridin' pimpin'. Ken's haircut. Stoned nipples. Macho Rambo references. The fact every kill is a gory nightmare. There's more blood in Demons than at Dracula's personal blood bank. Hannah's angeldemon eyes. Cheryl's cuteness. The random cool little kids in EuroTrash flicks that are handy with the steel. The movie within a movie, while you're watching the movie. The lack of a plot. The fuckin' musical score. Mötley Crüe, and the loco as fuck ending. Case closed.Demons makes the Devil, look like a saint.
Takes place almost-entirely in a cinema and invokes the power of cinema narratively, because ultimately this is a movie that relies on being identified as cinema for cinema's sake. To be specific, nothing happens in this movie for any other reason than for the sake of being cool, cinematically. Metal masks that turns its wearers into pustulent ghouls? Demons erupting from the putrid flesh of the infected? A music video segment where a himbo and his gf ride on a motorcycle as he slashes through these hordes from hell with a... katana?? None of this shit makes sense, and thankfully it doesn't have to; it knows that as long as it invokes its tropes with sufficiently associative film-making, the content thusly explains itself to us. And just to make sure we understand, it lays its rules out to both us and the characters on-screen, within the screen. The ending is where cinema finally breaks free.
Eine Gruppe von Menschen ist in einem Kino in West-Berlin gefangen, wo eine geheimnisvolle Maske das Publikum infiziert und in gewalttätige Dämonen verwandelt, die sich rasant vermehren.
Demons wurde 1985 von dem italienischen Filmemacher Lamberto Bava gedreht, der für seine Arbeiten im Horror-Genre und seine Kooperationen mit Dario Argento bekannt ist.