Produced (but not directed) by Dario Argento, Demons is an Italian midnight movie that spawned several sequels. Two girls are attending a free screening of a movie about Nostradamus. Also in the audience are two guys who are hitting on them, a cranky man who keeps saying "Shhhh!" and a pimp with two hos. When one of the ho's cheek starts bleeding profusely she rushes to the bathroom only to transform into a frothing "demon" (a zombie for all intents and purposes). The moviegoers are trapped in the theater and violent carnage ensues.
Q: Can this premise sustain an entire movie?
A: Possibly, but it didn't here.
Clearly focused only on the gore, Demons is frankly awful. It fails on every level imaginable and probably other ways that I haven't even considered. I've likely put more effort into this review than they put into the script. They finally escape the theater, run around the streets for a while and then go back in the theater!? Like the Zombie series, none of the sequels have anything to do with each other and are linked together for the sole purpose of repackaging crap. Fool me once...