Nonsensical self-indulgent garbage that feels like an eternity, Where The Devil Roams opens with a man reciting a poem in front of an audience. It goes on and on and on. Every time you think he's finished, he starts another verse. I almost crumbled before the film had really began. Amazingly, this isn't the worst thing about this interminably dull, totally baffling mess that could only appeal to the most pretentious of movie viewers - those who might consider the more experimental work of David Lynch or Alejandro Jodorowsky far too accessible and mainstream.
From what I could gather, the story involves a murderous husband/wife/daughter trio of carnival performers who go on the road after stealing a supernatural heart and sewing needle that enables them to reattach severed limbs as though they had never been detached. When the husband and wife are mutilated in an axe attack, the daughter patches them up using the heart and needle, but finds that she needs to regularly replace the hacked off limbs with fresh appendages when the old ones start to go mouldy. This leads to plenty of carnage, which could have been a whole load of gory fun if only the directors (it took three of them to film this mess) hadn't opted for such an incomprehensible and utterly tedious arthouse approach. Rarely have I longed so hard for a film to end (unfortunately, every time it seems like it's about to finish, another scene kicks in).
1/10, although I would rate it 0/10 if I could: that pointless scene where two characters haggle over the price of a room for the night made me want to put my foot through the screen (I'm glad I didn't: it was an IMAX screen and that might have been costly).
From what I could gather, the story involves a murderous husband/wife/daughter trio of carnival performers who go on the road after stealing a supernatural heart and sewing needle that enables them to reattach severed limbs as though they had never been detached. When the husband and wife are mutilated in an axe attack, the daughter patches them up using the heart and needle, but finds that she needs to regularly replace the hacked off limbs with fresh appendages when the old ones start to go mouldy. This leads to plenty of carnage, which could have been a whole load of gory fun if only the directors (it took three of them to film this mess) hadn't opted for such an incomprehensible and utterly tedious arthouse approach. Rarely have I longed so hard for a film to end (unfortunately, every time it seems like it's about to finish, another scene kicks in).
1/10, although I would rate it 0/10 if I could: that pointless scene where two characters haggle over the price of a room for the night made me want to put my foot through the screen (I'm glad I didn't: it was an IMAX screen and that might have been costly).