No wonder why this is a forgettable Empire picture by director Charles Brand, because it's unsuccessfully lifeless and uneventful. It's quite a shame, as when this cheap-jack b-grade production gets going it's ultra-bizarre and has a dramatically airy, tuneful Richard Brand music score. The problem fell on the patchy script, as it was goofy and largely ponderous. This led to the oddly subdued premise (delving into the courageous act sacrifice and fulfilment) not building up to anything much. Leaving it monotonous and half-baked. Even that in mind, something about it had some sort of pull over me. Energy levels kind of picked up in the last half hour, where some rubbery demons with gooey make-up, tatty gore FX (body cut in half) and bright optical work presented some fun. Performances are extra ordinary. Robert Ginty (known for his role in "The Exterminator") plays it in an understated manner, and pines a lot. Lucinda Dooling mechanically goes through the motions, and John Sanderford looks bemused more often. Robert Glaudini as the evil alchemist gets nothing really to do, but look evil. Viola Kate Simpson constantly nags away. Nothing about these characters draws you in, or makes you feel anything for them. Charles Brand's blotchy direction has some peaks in choosing a gorgeous, but eerie woodland backdrop for the chaos and there are some tight, dark passages of shuddery images. But these limitations spoiled what was a better than usual idea.
