Maybe I’m just a blowhard, but I’m a tough sell when it
comes to horror-comedies. In my experience, most people don’t know how to
straddle that line. Thirty-plus years later, I still point to The Return of The Living Dead as not
just the ultimate horror-comedy, but the sterling example of how to marry the
two genres. Call it comedy-horror or horror-comedy – regardless of the order,
the horror genre is a heavy presence, and you can’t only dip your toe into the
horror pool. A horror-comedy should still be mostly scary, and when lacking
that, at least mostly gory. Even the genre term “horror-comedy” suggests a
fifty-fifty experience, but ideally, if your horror-comedy isn’t mostly
horror-based, you’re doing it wrong, and if I had my druthers, filmmakers would
be forbidden from name-dropping the H word when pitching their movie. I hereby
decree it.
Satanic Panic, the latest horror-comedy to come
down the pike, isn’t scary. I’m not sure it’s trying to be, as its visuals lean
mostly toward robed cult members committing body violence against unsuspecting
victims. While it does shy away from anything overtly supernatural given its
demonic design and influences (although there are some black magic flourishes),
it’s still quite gory — the fun, rubber, practical kind of gory, instead of the
very poor looking CGI that lots of low budget horror productions present and
can almost never afford. Another thing to its credit is the very likeable lead,
Sam (Hayley Griffith), an atypical final girl for this kind of genre. Griffith,
as Sam, fully embraces the manic, neurotic, and nervous tone of her character
as she begins facing off against, basically, Beverly Hills 90666. Through
director Chelsea Stardust’s design, Sam is aware of the ridiculous situation in
which she finds herself, and her bumbling and shy personality brings a lot of
humor to the various and deadly situations that come her way. Her character
successfully channels the audience watching this totally nuts fiasco, and she exudes
much of the same disbelief and frustration regarding the conflict as much as
the audience does when seeing it all unfold.
Even with all the carnage, violence, humor, and stunt
casting, Satanic Panic actually gets the most mileage
from the friendship between Sam and Judi (Ruby Modine), the target of her
Satanist mother’s diabolical and demonic deeds. Sam is the meek and bumbling
virgin, while Judi is…definitely not that; as their uneasy alliance builds
towards a believable friendship, it adds a lot of unexpected emotional weight
to the flick and helps to heighten the stakes once things really become dire
for them both. (Also look for A.J. Bowen, who has become one of my favorite
horror personalities. Like director and actor Larry Fessenden, filmmakers seem
to cast him if their script has a character who has to die violently, and Bowen
is always eager to fulfill that role.)
Though it’s not entirely successful, Satanic Panic is an
amusing horror-comedy, mostly due to its cast, especially with Romijn in a role
that’s very outside her normal oeuvre. The humor doesn’t always work, and can
feel forced at times, but there’s enough genuine emotion to fall back on so it
doesn’t leave Satanic Panic feeling like a wholly empty
experience. Enough of the humor works, and the bloody effects will certainly
satisfy the gore hounds. Take that, add in the emotional element (ignore the
conveniently tidy ending), and there should be enough to satisfy the horror fan
looking for something grisly and amusing. (And if that’s not enough, don’t
forget the DTF Jerry O’Connell!)
