I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: It’s rare that a sequel is any good. Ever. But what’s even more rare is a sequel that can stand alone as well as not be awful. I’ve never seen Night of the Demons, but the other night I watched Night of the Demons 2. I knew nothing about the premise, nothing about the storyline’s history, and it didn’t matter. Most people see a sequel because the first instalment made them want to, but in this case, seeing the sequel made me want to watch the original.
Melissa Franklin (Merle Kennedy), aka Mouse, is a student at a Catholic boarding school and has been there ever since her parents’ suicide. Mouse is bullied by the beautiful and popular Shirley Finnerty (Zoe Trilling), who has hatched a scheme to get Mouse to join her and several other students at Hull House, an abandoned mortuary where a massacre took place years earlier. Hull House also happens to be where Mouse’s sister Angela was rumoured to have been possessed and taken into Hell at the time of said massacre.
The party begins, couples disperse and hook up, the usual. One of the girls, Bibi (Cristi Harris), finds a tube of lipstick in the bathroom and takes it with them when they leave Hull House after a series of bizarre and terrifying events. But the tube contains more than lipstick and whatever escaped the house inside of it (demon Angela) is now loose, and possessing the students in gruesome (and awesome, to the average horror fan) ways, passing herself along from person to person.
This movie had it all: Nudity, nudity, more nudity, lipstick that turns out to be a giant tongue, breasts that become hands, a totally ass-kicking nun, a demonized snake lady with too many nipples… Seriously. It’s one of a kind. It’s a movie so bad it’s good, and a sequel so good that, like I said, makes me want and need to check out the first one (AND third one!). If Sister Gloria isn’t in it with her Holy Water-filled water balloons and Super Soaker (I can’t make this stuff up), I will be sorely disappointed.