Witchouse 3: Demon Fire

Shot on video feature. OK acting. OK script. Alright camera work. So-so directing. Not horrible by any means. Nothing note worthy either. Blah. I always enjoy seeing Brinke Stevens, but her horror make up sucked. If they had a bigger budget there might be something there, they didn't use whatever budget they had in a creative enough way or maybe they should make fewer of these movies (Full Moon/Tempe) and put 3 of the movies budgets together and make one good one. Just a thought.

Three attractive drunken girlfriends perform a magical ritual and inadvertently summon Lilith, a female witch played by scream queen Brinke Stevens. A Charles Band Full Moon production on the Film 2000 video label is not usually a good omen, so I certainly didn't have high hopes for Demon Fire. The film obviously is low budget, the plot flimsy and the acting is on the wooden side. However it wasn't actually too bad. Good use is made of it's Californian coastal location, the film has a modest running time so it doesn't drag and although there is very little in the way of gore we do have a gratuitous topless shower scene. Ignore these ridiculous 8+/10 scores, 4/10 from me.

After watching this film I'm kind of going to throw this bit of advice out to horror film makers: Death by carbon monoxide poisoning isn't really that great a way to dispatch one of your characters, especially if your films contains only two or three deaths.

That aside, Demon Fire isn't too bad of a film. It involves three woman who are researching Witchcraft, unwittingly conjuring up some demon called Lilith. That's basically the plot, but instead of it turning into your generic demon on the loose type film, Demon Fire keeps it kind of interesting by throwing in a few twists near the end, and it's not your usual film of this type.

Still, I could have done with a bit more bite to this one. After the carbon monoxide killing, you only got an off-screen kill. That's a bit light for a horror film, eh? Of course, you've got a shower scene and plenty of skimpy outfits to keep you awake, so there you go.

Three mates.. two trainee witches and the other one the victim of an abusive boyfriend, hold a séance late at night. But they get more than they bargained for..

Obvious low-budget shocker with nothing to recommend it. Very confused screenplay that fails to reach a conclusive ending, and some of the lamest killings on record. Takes a very long time to get anywhere, and believe me.. it ain't worth it. A five second shower scene and Brinke Stevens in a Halloween costume are about the only interesting parts. And this is the third in the series? Gee, I can hardly imagine how much fun the others are.. 2/10

Take a handful of past-their-prime scream queens, some dreadful joke-shop make up, and a bargain-bin costume from the local fancy-dress shop, throw it all together with a messy script packed with magical mumbo-jumbo, and—hey presto!—you've got Witch House 3: Demon Fire!

Tanya Dempsey plays Annie, a young woman who leaves her abusive boyfriend to go and stay with her two best friends, documentary makers Stevie (Debbie Rochon) and Rose (Tina Krause). After an evening of supping wine in the hot-tub, the three women decide to dabble in a bit of black magic as part of Stevie's latest project, an in-depth expose on contemporary witchcraft. No prizes for guessing that this isn't a great idea!

At first this film looks like it might be a reasonably fun piece of trash; it gets its first hot-tub scene in fairly smartish (never a bad thing), follows that up with an enjoyably hokey magic ritual, and then delivers a welcome shower scene from buxom Krause. The fun stops and the tedium starts, however, once director J.R. Bookwalter tries to introduce his poorly developed plot, which ultimately proves to be nothing more than a weak tale of revenge into which a few supernatural elements have been clumsily shoehorned in order to justify the use of the Witch House monicker.