Nephilim in attack “Demons in the head” mournfully bears the mark of the debut film of a little-known enthusiastic director. A small budget, shootings that do not go beyond the limits of the director’s house, terrible actors and a plot that few people will be interested in because of its naivety and inept presentation of events. It all begins to fall into the backyard of the house of a typical loser Travis meteorite, in which after a couple of inept taps with a hammer, an alien diadem is found, with the help of which the carrier, after half a minute of tense grunting, can create everything from the air. Travis, who lives by the way, not alone, but in the company of a “blue” friend and a girlfriend who does not tolerate him, decides to implement all his desires with the help of this device, namely, to conjure himself a lot of money and the perfect girl. Of course, free cheese can only be found in a mousetrap, and through the brains of Travis and others who tried on a tiara of personalities, evil Nephilim begin to climb into our world - half-decomposed alien barbarians who like to bite people by the stomach (I don't know what their fetish is) and shout something incoherent. Although their nature does not remain fully clarified, since the plot here, for all its straightforwardness, is very slurred and vague, designed strictly for the director and those who are “in the topic”. The audience in this company, of course, is not included, so prepare to periodically fall into a perplexed stupor after a scene that Neil Johnson did not want to explain normally.
Since the production budget is very small, the quality of the picture turned out to be appropriate. I will say this: to make a fantastic film with cosmic demons and the destruction of the planet is not a good idea, if in the pocket dreary rattling meagre pennies, which and some third assistant janitor on the set of a normal film can not feed. Computer graphics are terrible, monster makeup resembles potato peels, randomly pasted on the body of the actor, other auxiliary effects of teleportations are made in the style of Soviet films of the 60s. All of this would be more or less forgivable if the movie wasn't so disgustingly painful. Do you think that the hero should find a plastic toy, put it on his head and immediately get thrash action from all the cracks, with bad special effects and stupid fights? At least it would be fun to watch. No, first we need to figure out the burning question: Will a gay friend and Travis be together? Will our tiarabearer go to the overripe “bearer of the word of God” or may the bitch-girlfriend upset the plans of this glorious couple for a long and happy life? No, I’m serious, that’s what most worried Neil Johnson, he stretched this thrust through the whole film, making melancholy recall the merry battles of giant monsters in the films The Asylum – how fun and with a light. These would have forced the Nephilim on dinosaurs to take over Los Angeles in the fifteenth minute and budget would have played no role. All this clarification of the relationship in the end played no role at all, and to cut this excruciating storyline did not allow only the fear of Johnson from the director of the feature film to turn into the director of a twenty-minute short. And that would not help much.
Anyway, it's just a disgusting movie. This is the level of low-quality tape, when excuses about “only the debut project” do not work, everything looks too sloppy and mediocre. It's boring, poorly filmed and poorly played. And it gave rise to a whole series of tasteless pieces of film junk from Neil Johnson, which in my eyes is a real crime against cinema. No mercy.
1 out of 10