Dave Grohl and his Foo Fighter chums are working on their 10th album and decide to rent a rather run down mansion full of demons, spirits etc which take advantage of Mr Grohl, who insists, on pain of death etc that the band finish the final track.
One assumes that if you are a big fan of Grohl and his band that you are likely to enjoy this, punctuated as it is with loud noisy and no doubt highly respected music. For the rest of us who are indifferent to Grohl's talents, this is a shapeless, unfunny and not remotely frightening vanity project full of no discernible plot or script and relying heavily on the presence of an apparently regarded musician who has been handed a blank cheque because of who he is. Mostly dumb.
A couple of the very bloody death scenes are memorable.
One assumes that if you are a big fan of Grohl and his band that you are likely to enjoy this, punctuated as it is with loud noisy and no doubt highly respected music. For the rest of us who are indifferent to Grohl's talents, this is a shapeless, unfunny and not remotely frightening vanity project full of no discernible plot or script and relying heavily on the presence of an apparently regarded musician who has been handed a blank cheque because of who he is. Mostly dumb.
A couple of the very bloody death scenes are memorable.