Demigod (2021) Synopsis: Upon the passing of her grandfather, a woman and her husband return to her birthplace in Germany’s Black Forest, only to find a terrifying secret awaits them.

First tip: a good quarter of the film is in German, if ever! Full of clichés: it’s often the sexiest girl who’s the first victim. As if to punish the first to drink, the first to take drugs, the first to have sex. Always a great puritanical hypocrisy. Because those who create morality are often the worst… in one extreme or another. One person even manages to fall asleep in the middle of a forest, while there are bloodthirsty killers stalking all around. Let’s talk about them: there are the masked killers, of course, and there’s the really ugly one with the white eye. There’s the one who’s a thick, monstrous brute, the one who’s very wild and more often than not walks on all fours… and, finally, there’s the beautiful one whose victims can easily fall under her spell. Where does she find the time to put on make-up in the middle of the forest before going out to kill? She’s all about “be beautiful and shut up”, as she doesn’t say much. What’s more, even when she’s on fire, a good part of her body and half her face remain intact and very beautiful. That’s saying a lot! Anyway…It makes me laugh when I see forests in horror films that are quite brightly lit. OK, if there wasn’t a bit of light, you wouldn’t be able to see anything and you wouldn’t be able to make a film. But let’s face it, in the real world you wouldn’t be able to run through a dark forest, especially without a torch. You wouldn’t even know which direction to take. It’s not the most moonlit or starlit places. A film with more values than “The Dinner Party”, which I hated, but still so little hope. I hated this director from the start, but as Rachel Nichols is in this film, I still wanted to see it, because I love her, even though she is, let’s face it, in a lot of bad films. Dinner Party is a closed-door affair, and this one takes place in the forest. There’s just as much gore, vomit and guts falling to the ground here. There are also people here who drink blood as if it were the best nectar in the world and they also put it on their faces and bodies, as if it could really induce orgasms. I’m this close to giving this film two stars, but that’s only because it’s better than Dinner Party. Basically, they’re both equally bad and can stay in the same category. Miles Doleac has very easily joined the rank and file of the worst directors. To be so bad with such ease is almost talent!

My Rating

Rating: 1 out of 5.