FBI Agent Nicole Diaz is dispatched to Florida to look into several strange deaths that have taken place there. Her arrival is not met with much warmth by the good old boy local sheriff, who has apparently been directly imported from the 1950s and is thus outraged that the FBI sent a lady type agent to investigate.
As the investigation progresses, it quickly becomes apparent that the cause of these deaths is a genetically-mutated Chupacabra. Mostly because a couple of scientists turn up and say "The killings were committed by our genetically-mutated Chupacabra". Something nominally reminiscent of action ensues.
Oh boy.
I have seen a lot of bad films in the course of this blog. A lot. So when I say that Demon is a shoo-in to feature on any "Ten Worst" list I might compile, understand how truly, deeply inept and tedious that means this movie actually is.
Demon is a disaster on every front. The acting is grade-school theatre level, with lines delivered with all the grace of a hippopotamus falling out of a hot air balloon. Mind you, you'd have to be the vocal equivalent of an Olympic Gymnast to engender any finesse to the clumsy, leaden dialogue on offer.
That's when you can hear said dialogue, mind you, because the sound mix is every bit as atrocious as everything else about the film.
There are good movies, and bad movies, and so bad they're good movies. And there's cinematic faecal matter. Demon is definitely the last. Steer well clear.
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