The Amityville Horror 4K 1979

If once a year and a stick shoots, what good can you expect from a gun, and even more so, stored in a house with undoubtedly present undertones? The poetic vows attributed to nature, as if nothing bad could happen in the rain, were debunked by the first shots, when the rain-soaked house, which, incidentally, looked like a chippy, was illuminated by flashes of gunfire. The venerable head of the family, pacing systematically through the rooms, diligently eliminated all the closest relatives.

Let us note that the evil one has not a stupid lip: not a half-bedroom in the countryside was chosen for permanent deployment, but a maiden cottage with a view of the lake. No sooner had the memory of the untimely departed faded away than a new batch of guests moved in. A married couple with kids were not embarrassed by the considerable square footage, the pale wallpaper, or the cluttered basement, and they were not privy to the rest. But buried secrets only tend to insist, and the couple, reluctant at first to believe in miracles, soon becomes more inclined not to believe their own eyes. The Satanic possessed real estate knows her business well: the husband, who has begun his ordeal as a settled-down hippie, resembles a disheveled Budulai by the end of the film. Though the devilish hotee cannot be reproached for sneaky work: he in good faith, in plain English, urged people to get out for good, in good health, scared the electric cables, smashed fingers with windows, slammed doors and even sends flies, as a last resort, in a word, he makes fair use of all possible diplomatic methods.

Sacramental question of unfading genre - to dig or not to dig - resolutely cut in favor of the first option - for a session of not something spritzing, not a ventriloquism in his performance. Tenants, we will assume, knocked on the door of the past and into the unfolding floor poured a rare disgust - a family filth, if you will, similar to her more literally than metaphorically. Insightful people do not need unnecessary hints, and here and the tenants realized that it is time to make a move - and preferably before three fifteen at night - as soon as the husband began to confuse the family with firewood.

This first, off the top of my head, movie on the subject of demonic lodges is probably good as a horror flick. Something about it bribed audiences, grossing nearly a hundred million dollars at the pre-inflationary crunch box office. Probably because it brought an entire, nuclear family together with evil, as they say, with its own problems and joys, for the viewer is not interested when anonymous victims without passports are crushed on the screen, he likes to see comfort in the crosshairs. Familiar, but alien.