Full moon crisis. Thanks to the glory of the past, Full Moon Studio continues to function. Its ideological head Charles Band is known for two professional qualities: avarice, and cunning. Perhaps that is why the studio is currently afloat to the industry only thanks to sales of discs and souvenirs. There is no point in describing Necropolis, it is a tracing to the typical plot of any horror film. A young writer, and an estate near a Victorian Styrofoam cemetery. And then there is an ancient demon, and Charles's desire to rivet disposable crafts no matter what.
Alas, Necropolis, this is a quiet horror for those who have seen the best times of the studio. The fantasy is born that Charles just rented out a part of the prop and in one evening sewed this film, and then released an add-on. To numerous publications that are generously implemented at fan conventions. Anyway, it starts out as a cheap horror movie, and even after the introductory scene, you start to entertain the hope that it's not all that bad. The actor in the role of a shepherd looks very kosher, but Full Moon of our time can no longer be the standard of secondary, but high-quality content. Meaning and spectacles were stopped in favor of extremely cheap nudity, because the Band producer works on the principle that the more female body in the frame, the better. The remaining moments of semantic load do not carry, and visually serve as an example of the clumsy work of the operator and stylist on the schedule. Tellingly, all of these moments are already, and it's obvious, of little concern to Charles Band. Age, after all. The best part is that the studio years are behind us.