Tannis, Anyone!?

Rating: 3/10 (30 May 2015)

OK. Let me get this right - Struggling (but not starving) NYC actor, Guy Woodhouse, is such an unfathomable, low-life, scumbag that (get this!) within the very first evening of meeting his creepy neighbour, Roman Castevets (aka. Steven Marcato) he secretly agrees to offer up his clueless wife, Rosemary, to Satan so that this monster can fornicate with and, yes, ejaculate into her.
And in exchange for this generous donation to the devil of the unenlightened Rosemary, Guy, in turn, is promised great success as a Broadway stage actor (whether he's got any real talent, or not).
You know, you'd honestly think that the totally self-centred Guy would have at least been somewhat more ambitious about his career goal and had demanded that the demon-worshippers had offered him a position as a powerful political figure (like, maybe, a state Senator, or something), instead of settling for the part of being a crummy, little actor.
And, with that said - You'd really think that the Satanists would have strongly encouraged Guy to go into politics, as well. I mean, what the hell good could a nothing stage-actor be to a bunch of first-rate bastards who kissed the very ground that Lucifer walked on?
And, on top of all of that demented bargaining business - You'd also honestly think that Roman and his idiotic brethren would have been able to have rounded up a real hot babe who was actually more than willing to screw with the devil, rather than all of this deceitful nonsense of using the totally ignorant Rosemary and, thus, putting her (and all of us viewers, as well) through all of this bull.
Like, c'mon, folks - If you ask me - This film's over-long and boring story of 135 minutes was utterly brain-dead from start to finish. It really was.