October 16, 2012 (US DVD)
Aran Bertetto as Mark
Jennifer Mischiati as Claudia
Manuela Parodi as Sarah
Marco Quaglia as Andrew
Marco Vannini Gandolfi as Alex
Roberto Zibetti as George
For every well assembled, engaging possession flick, there are a solid 30 stinkers.Back from Hell is, without a doubt, one of those steaming piles that never should have been made. In fact, this film is so terrible it makes The Devil Inside look like a masterpiece. Watch this flick and you’ll begin to mull over an interesting thought: would the cinematic world be a better place if exorcism films simply didn’t exist?
I can say this without a doubt: the world in general would be a better place had Back from Hell never been shot. Those who forked out their money to see this miserable attempt at terror are quite unfortunate: Back from Hell is complete, utter trash. This one redefines useless and immediately snags a vote for worst film of the year.
The “story” drops six friends in the middle of a haunted building, directly affixed to an age old church. Of course, members of the group begin exhibiting strange, violent behavior. The insanity is apparently triggered by a brief Ouija Board session, which functions as a fine setup. But that setup is thoroughly defiled by the fodder that follows.
There are numerous problems with this film (I can’t even believe I’m writing this review, the film was so nauseating), the primary issue being the lack of a coherent story. Nothing about this picture makes sense. The actions of the ensemble not only lack sensibility, but they’re downright pointless and overtly ignorant.
Let’s just run through a few of the idiotic maneuvers made by our ensemble…
After a few characters begin to go a little loopy, and everyone’s been put on edge, a decision is made to (get ready for it) hang around, and find out precisely why people are behaving awkwardly. Violence slowly overtakes this ensemble, and just about everyone present understands that there’s an imminent danger around these parts… yet they hang out, just to… investigate. When the violence begins to take on a more severe nature, not a single member of the group contemplates leaving. They do discover that their means of transportation has been disabled, but they don’t entertain the idea of walking their oblivious assess out of the danger zone. Why would they after all? They can continue prancing about looking to solve this little mystery.
Not even Mystery Inc. is this dense.
One of the crew, a pregnant woman cuts her fetus straight out of the womb. Is it a big deal? Nah, not really, one of the other friends simply “cleans” her wounds, and she’s good to go…right? Yeah, right. Another member of this group plummets from a building, falling to his death… again, no big deal – better find out what’s going on here!
Alex, the pictures only likeable character meets an awkward demise. He discovers a giant, glowing Rubik’s Cube, which suddenly explodes in a blinding light. Why you ask? Who knows, apparently not even Leonardo Araneo – who writes and directs – had the answer to that one. Alex is simply… gone, no explanation, no theorizing, and suddenly, no more investigating.
Initially I held hope that this found footage flick could bring something new to the exorcism subgenre. And, in a sense, I suppose it did: it brought the most disjointed story ever told to light. Not a lick of this picture makes sense, and not a single moment is enjoyable. The creepy action scenes you’d expect to see from a flick of this nature aren’t seen: every time something of paranormal nature occurs, our camera man’s tool suddenly suffers “interference” (seriously, everysingle action shot is distorted) which prevents any captivating visuals from surfacing.
Back from Hell is just a miserable excuse for a film, loaded with conjecture, nonsensical decisions and lame technical errors (remember that vehicle that was rendered immobile, well it’s working just fine as the film winds down and our two survivors finally decide it’s time to exit the premises). As for the conclusion, holy Hell, I don’t even know what to say about this… out of the possession zone… into a quarantined village?
Do yourself a favor: avoid this film like the plague. I already feel sick after sitting through this embarrassment.