A bargain basement 80s horror riff that indulges Band's lifelong fetish for tiny evil creatures, this is a scuzzy, Cinemax-ready repository for mediocre ideas.
Why did I watch this, you might ask? Because S. Craig Zahler AKA The Man Himself AKA Mister Bone Tomahawk AKA The Hardass Death Metal Gorehound Who Can Write Circles Around Most Other Screenwriters is mounting a remake/reboot of this particular franchise. I'm honestly relieved to find out he's not directing it, but the fact that he saw fit to get involved at all with this hopelessly-Hellraiser-indebted also-ran certainly has me curious.
And, as with most films, genre or otherwise, it's not without its moments. It is, of course, a film about psychics fighting tiny Nazi puppets in an old seaside hotel.