I'm streaming/watching a movie but I missed the title somehow. A woman was just sidelined by an ugly "dinette" chair. There's a lot of crying. There doesn't seem to be a war as much as there's the revelation of poor taste in tract house furniture of the 1970s. I came in during a talky Black Mass. It's definitely like a couple just returning from a honeymoon in the Poconos only to find their love nest has turned into a carnival spook house. I'm thinking that Satan has possessed the wife because she keeps SCREECHING and SCREECHING and SCREECHING. She might be from Teaneck. Then there's some way wacky synths happening not to mention coffee boiling. The demonic intrusion of Louise, pinned to a wall covered in ghoul-spit-yellow flowered wallpaper, is a high point. I think? I'll never watch it again, so I might have missed something, but I can tell you this: I'll now know that I'm at war with Satan if my sink fills up with stinky rubber and Louise SCREECHES that she doesn't believe in the supernatural despite everything that's come before. Honey! It ain't just a ghost! It's SATAN! ***** stars for weirdly enjoyable incoherence.
Review of Satan War
