After the first story of this two part horror flick, the narrator proclaims "No, it's not over yet". But you'll wish it was.
Tale number one is a Satanic snoozefest that makes very little sense. Paul Borghese plays Detective Les Morane who investigates a series of supposed suicides (including that of his brother Carl) that take place on the grounds of the abandoned Vincent's mansion. I can't go into much more detail than that, because I was totally lost not long after it began thanks to the sloppy direction, terrible writing and crap acting. Look out for Al 'Grandpa Munster' Lewis slumming it, lots of mullets, the bizarre moment where a guy suddenly does some standup comedy, the frat boys who play a prank that ends with them singing Michael Jackson's Bad, semi-naked Devil worshippers, and vampire zombies (all of that makes this sound like a lot of fun, but trust me, it isn't).
The second story, Abadon, is set in an art school run by a mysterious woman who uses a strange machine to suck the positive energy from her students and thereby extend her own life. It stars Night of the Living Dead's Duane Jones, who probably wishes he was elsewhere, and features a nonsensical scene where a girl and her boyfriend are sucked into a toilet. Again, don't let that fool you into thinking this is going to be enjoyably daft trash: the writing and direction by Len Anthony is as bad, if not worse than in the first chapter, and the result is an incredibly tedious test of one's patience.
