Adrián García Bogliano’s Here Comes the Devil roots itself in an eerie atmosphere of the supernatural that has a decent story to tell, except it never actually tells it. Instead, the film gets so wrapped up in its own tension that it ultimately forgets to deliver on anything worth holding on to. Here Comes the Devil centers around a married couple who loses their children while on a family trip near some caves in Tijuana. The kids eventually reappear without explanation, but it becomes clear that they are not who they used to be, that something terrifying has changed them. A pretty solid set-up for what will ultimately go nowhere, unfortunately.
Boobs and horror films go hand in hand. But what sets the good horror films with a nice pair of boobs in them from the bad ones is that the good flicks spend more time actually trying to scare the audience. If Here Comes the Devil spent half as much time constructing the horror elements of the film as it did on the scenes involving nudity this one could have turned out half way decent. And trust me, I’m not one to complain about boobs but this was just way over the top. The movie starts out with a pair of boobs in your face and practically ends that way too. There were so many shots of boobs in this movie that I’m dedicating an entire paragraph to it, so there’s that.
The film does start on a high note with a pretty disturbing scene involving some severed fingers and a dude who’s really happy to see a cursed mountain. From there we see a couple of children go missing after a long walk up that very mountain. Yeah, bad idea. After a nightlong search for their children the parents are finally reunited with their kids, except now they seem much different; shells of their former selves. So what actually happened to them that night? So far so good, right? Unfortunately, after its initial hook the film takes way too much time setting itself up for the next act that it barely remembers what it’s even doing.
From this point on not a whole hell of a lot happens. The mother slowly goes crazy as she tries to figure out what happened to her children while the father is too busy being a douchebag the entire film to actually help. Sprinkle in one single scene of the red stuff and a few shots of boobs for good measure and you’ve got Here Comes the Devil. Once we finally get towards the end of the film, where the supernatural hook takes hold, the movie has a chance to redeem itself. But instead of offering something unique and scary we get a couple of floating bodies and some flickering lights. And that’s about it, folks. Oh, I almost forgot! There’s another shot of boobs thrown in there somewhere just for the hell of it.
The film did get one thing right though. It did a solid job of creating an unsettling atmosphere that will no doubt give some viewers the creeps with its old school exploitive approach. But with no real story and a bunch of scenes that ultimately go nowhere, it just felt like the tension was built for no good reason. In the end, Here Comes the Devil was its own worst enemy because it never capitalizes on its good ideas and eerie atmosphere. I have a hard time even considering this one a horror flick because there’s not a single fright to be found in its entire running time. Unless your scared of boobs, this one is pretty tame.