Synopsis:
Dumb-ass kid and her dumb-ass parents (must run in the family) unwittingly handle some dolls that belonged to a serial killer.
Review:
This isn't going to be like that one bit in Tales from the Hood with Corbin Bernson and a shitload of bad fifth-rate Ray Harryhausen hacks doing their best to make otherwise inert props look threatening. The dolls in question are crappy, stick-looking voodoo-type things that are somehow supposed to function as Adderall for the spiritually fucked up. They do a half-assed job and have odd side effects, or to quote Robin Williams, "What the fuck is up with some of these medications? 'Warning, side effects may include anal leakage.' That's not a side effect, that's a fucking effect."
Verdict:
For genre fans, maybe.
The Devil's Dolls
The Devil's Dolls
Diogenes of Sinope: "It is not that I am mad, it is only that my head is different from yours."
Arnold Judas Rimmer, BSC, SSC: "Better dead than smeg."
Arnold Judas Rimmer, BSC, SSC: "Better dead than smeg."