This is not Hellhole, a movie where Ray Sharkey and Mary Woronov menace poor Judy Landers.
Nor is it “It’s better in a hell hole. You know where you stand in a hell hole. Folks lend a hand in a hell hole. Girl, get me back to my hell hole.” in the words of Spinal Tap.
Instead, it’s a blue collar guy who just happens to be guarding the gate to Hell screwing up royally and cracking the doorway to Satan’s Hollow and a big bad smoke cloud-looking hundred-some-odd foot high demon busting through and wanting to stomp on his work truck.
I don’t know where this came from but I want to live there.
The Chattanooga Film Fest ends tomorrow at 11:59 PM EDT. To get a Last Gasp Pass for just $32, visit the official site now.
