As indicated by Satanic, Hell isn’t a spot you visit. As screenwriter Anthony Jaswinski pens, Hell is portrayed as a “delightful perplexity.” Yet subsequent to watching this villain adoring shitshow, I’ve concocted my own particular meaning of Hell. It’s a blood and gore flick where all the activity happens off-camera, coherence implies squat, and the spending costs under four General Admission tickets to Coachella. That is any repulsiveness fan’s actual Hell, which I ended up living out for 60 minutes and-twenty-something minutes while chief Jeffrey G. Chase endeavored to reproduce a cut of LA’s “Satanic Panic.”
Spoiler Alert: He doesn’t.
Sarah Hyland stars as a Coachella-bound spring breaker (Chloe) who stops off in Los Angeles for a fast 2-day visit into the dim universe of mysterious practices. This isn’t Chloe’s thought, however. Her cousin Elise (Clara Mamet) requests the other-common pitstop, so Chloe concurs in spite of her sweetheart Dave’s aloof forceful dissent (played by Steven Krueger).