Devil May Care

This horror movie-turned-morality tale succeeds at neither

If M. Night Shyamalan’s name as the originator of Devil’s story isn’t enough to alert would-be viewers to its tritely clichéd aspirations, then suffering through this tedious piece of supernatural/religious pap should do the trick of keeping those poor souls away from his work forever more. Five people from various dubious backgrounds get stuck in the elevator of a Philadelphia high-rise office building just moments after someone committed suicide from the 35th floor. Squeaky plot devices abound. The lights in the surveillance-equipped elevator inexplicably go out at regular intervals, allowing unseen harm to gradually come to each of the riders. An unseen narrator interrupts with some half-baked story his mother used to tell him about the devil. When “He’s around, the toast falls jelly-side down.” Such high-school freshman dialogue is in ample supply in a laughably stupid film that you’d be better off sneaking out of at the multi-plex to go watch anything else available. It’s sure to be better than this piece of disposable cinematic garbage.

Devil (PG-13) ☆☆☆☆☆

Suggested Next Read

Dreams in the Key of Jazz


Dreams in the Key of Jazz

By Sean DeFrank

Michael Frey, owner of Rhumbar at The Mirage, decided that he wanted to add a jazz night to his Strip bar’s weekly schedule, but the question of who would be the resident jazz master lingered. Then one night, Frey walked into the Seven Seas and chanced upon the musician he had been seeking. At the historic venue Frey heard a 78-year-old saxophonist play. Hearing his music, Frey knew that he’d found the man to helm Rhumbar’s jazz night. “They were such great musicians, it was like walking into a time warp into Vegas in 1958,” Frey says.



Optimization WordPress Plugins & Solutions by W3 EDGE