Zbigniew_Krycsiwiki Do we really need a title sequence which lasts for six minutes, forty-nine seconds? Do we really need a bone-gratingly bad metal song played over the aforementioned six minutes, forty-nine seconds-long title sequence? Do we really need to hear a five-minutes-long telephone conversation, while the camera aimlessly roams about the girl's apartment, drifting slowly in and out of focus, as if the cameraman forgot what the hell he was supposed to be filming and why? Do we really need such obnoxious, over-poweringly LOUD noises, buzzes, and hissing on the soundtrack? Buzzing noises which can make dogs start baying two blocks away? And must those ear-shattering noises accompany such ugly female nudity? Do we really need to see this woman repeatedly getting boned by the doll that she bears an uncanny resemblance to? What was the purpose of the still-photographs used during the attack scenes? Was it to conceal the crappy effects? And if the doll keeps returning to the same Thrift Store by itself, why the hell doesn't the Thrift store worker just get rid of the bloody haunted thing? None of these questions, and less, may ever be answered, even by the few people who have the tolerance to endure this putrid example of shot-on-video horror. Not that it matters, but this is basically a one-person story, about the title object terrorising a pug fugly woman in her house. Well, actually it was probably filmed in Chester Novell Turner's house, on Chester Novell Turner's camcorder, written by Chester Novell Turner, directed by Chester Novell Turner, produced by Chester Novell Turner, edited by Chester Novell Turner, scored by Chester Novell Turner, with sound effects by Chester Novell Turner, featuring friends of Chester Novell Turner, and probably distributed by Chester Novell Turner, who handed copies of this to random passersby on the street, and leaving copies of it in local video stores, and perhaps anonymously mailing copies to people he didn't like. It is kind of admirable, really, that this goofball had the commitment to actually see something like this through, and that he could actually persuade his friends to be in, and work on, a film like this, and see it through fruition. But really, it is an awful monstrosity of a so-bad-it's-good movie. Chester Novell Turner's friend David Ichikawa provides what is quite possibly the worst song in the history of recorded music, until that little toilet-bug Damon Fox came along nine years later with "his" Traces of Death. The Simpsons tackled this same basic premise far more effectively (and funnier) eight years later, in the 'Klown Without Pity' segment of Treehouse Of Horrors III. Watch that instead.

deadcoil My fiancée and I like to watch bad movies. It's an addiction, you see. We watch bad films, searching for the worst of the worst just so we can inflict them on unsuspecting friends. To heck with the Geneva convention.Thanks to our hunt for the perfect bad film, my eyes have been forced to undergo trauma akin to that inflicted upon the victims of Nazi death camps. I have seen Tattoo from Fantasy Island have sex with an older redhead on a dinner table. I have seen Jesus Christ fight vampire lesbians in Canada. I have memorized a long tirade against the evils of grapes. I have seen a man walk through a ballroom full of zombies with a running lawnmower held out from his chest. I have seen gay black aliens remove the scourge of womankind from the earth. I have seen a Leprechaun do things very unLeprechaunlike, if boxes of Lucky Charms are to be believed. NOTHING on EARTH is worse than Black Devil Doll From Hell. NOTHING. The other posters aren't kidding - this film was shot on NO budget through a VHS Camcorder. If the "director" decided to buy his cast a six-pack of beer, this could be considered the first movie with a NEGATIVE budget. The horror comes from watching it. No joke - it's so foully painful that I can't imagine ANYONE watching this movie without rubbing their heads to relieve the overwhelming urge to turn off their television and smash it into pieces with a hammer. Here's your first spoiler: A devout Christian woman buys a Rick James doll from a store, takes it home and is raped by it. It then disappears while she has sex with two more men. She finds it at the store again, and re-purchases it. It kills her.Second spoiler: THERE IS NO SECOND SPOILER.I'm going to go take a few thousand showers now to wash away the filth covering my body, having freshly watched this abomination.

dirteeboy Anyone that doesn't understand how amazing this film is shouldn't have the right to comment on it. Who else but Chester N. Turner could have pulled off such a hilarious and shocking film gem with no budget what so ever. I challenge any one out there to pick up a video camera and shoot your own movie and see if you have the talent to make anything this memorable. I guarantee you or your favorite well-known filmmakers can't. Give Spielberg or Scorsese no money to make a movie and what ever they make will be less memorable then this. Once you watch this movie it will be embedded in your brain for the rest of your life. This is a no-budget film classic. All hail Chester N. Turner.

karmaDhyana I agree with the poster who said it has to be seen to be believed.I saw this movie in the mid '80s; I rented it from a video store that I worked at, and this was one of a thousand titles my company had just purchased. Because I'm somewhat a horror fan, one look at the box told me I HAD to rent it.This movie is not bad-bad, it's BAD bad-bad! I sat through the majority of the movie with my mouth agape, amazed at how one movie could fit so much crappy acting, poor camera technique, and just plain tackiness into it.If you're a fan of 'le bad cinema', or if you just feel like laughing through a TRULY awful film, put this one at the top of your list.And by the by, had IMDb.com provided a "zero" rating option, I wudda taken it and thanked them for it.