Pretty blind counsellor Sam (Corri English) is on her last ever shift at the crisis centre when serial killer John (Tyler Mane), a regular user of the hot-line, pays a visit.
Devil May Call is pretty much what I expected from a horror film starring an ex-WCW wrestler and an ageing ex-pornstar: nothing to phone home about. To be fair, the film opens promisingly with a neat title sequence during which we hear a series of desperate calls to a crisis hot-line, followed by a tense scene in which a victim of serial killer John attempts to escape from the psycho's home while he is speaking to Sam on the phone. If only the rest of the film had been as 'edge of the seat', we might have had a unexpected treat on our hands.
As it stands, the film is a massive disappointment, with a predictable plot that plays out in dreary fashion until the forgettable finale (I won't go into detail since I've already forgotten how the film ends). Mane, as hulking weirdo John, is mildly menacing due to his size, but the film fails to chill or thrill as it should, director Jason Cuadrado fumbling the intended jump-scares and delivering zilch in the way of gore. Traci Lords, once every teenage boys' wet dream, plays Val, an unmarried middle-aged counsellor obsessed with cats.
