Standring has a good feel for when to give the audience some slack and when to tighten the thumbscrews. Recalling the absurdist bloodletting of fellow kiwi Peter Jackson, Glenn Standring's debut feature is a clever, gleefully ludicrous flick about demons, disembowelments, and bloody death. Like all good B-movies, The Irrefutable Truth About Demons brings a bag full of cliches and conventions to the screen and reassembles them into something that, if not radically new, is clever and entertaining. While the plot itself is pretty silly, the thrills and chills are fast and frequent, featuring baddies leaping out from street corners, ghoulish dream-sequences, and one of the most weirdly romantic endings in recent memory. Standring creates a sustained mood of dread and desperation without seeming heavy-handed.
Demons is a loopy, wild ride that engages and unnerves.
A man of science is forced to swallow his skepticism about the mysterious forces of evil and the entirely flexible nature of reality in The Irrefutable Truth About Demons . Presold to a handful of European territories, this slick New Zealand production should score some minor theatrical play en route to wider coverage on video.