Cheesy As Whiz.
Weak As Hell.
Cringe As Fuck.
The people's choice. Let's G - O.

It's like WITCHBOARD made sweet Ouija love with a PM Entertainment Thriller and gave birth to The Devil's Doorway.

This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

A bunch of social outcasts wax poetic about their obscure obsession of collecting garbage cinema on a garbage format because ‘*^the 80’s^*’. There but for the loss of my virginity go I...

This film will only appeal to the actual rando interviewees who appeared in it, and those who wished they could have. And me, but only because, every 15 minutes-or-so, this utter loon pops on and gives segmented tours of his creepy hoarders-den filled with hand-labeled tapes of future evidence toward yet-to-be-discovered crimes against nature; it’s horrifyingly cringy, yet shockingly captivating.