Remember those 80’s and early 90’s demonic films that had the camera pretend to be a floating spirit like in Evil Dead or the original Night of the Demons? Exposing women’s breasts were a mere exploitive stunt as the well endowed ladies’ shirts just happen to fall off because of a single, light and accidental touch. The blood waved in like a killer tsunami and the body count was as high as Mount Fuji! Those were the good ole days of demonic horror with the clarity of the hero and, sometimes, villains was not so black and white. This melancholy brings me to George Schileppi’s 2008 killer specter and possession film Death’s Door where he skims the surface of all that glory said above and never really sinks his teeth into something that has been, at least to me, long lost in the world of horror.
Television psychic Madame Camille uses smoke and mirrors to make her guest believe they’re actually speaking to their loved ones. When an aggressive religious driven radio evangelist is invited to face his accusations of murder, Madame Camille’s psuedo-powers become a reality and she has to tap into the evil possessing the evangelist that has trapped the frightened cast and crew inside the station. One by one people die a gruesome, horrifying death and the survivors are running out of time in finding a way out of their tomb.
