Death of the party...
Charles Band, Matthew Jason Walsh, Neal Marshall Stevens; it took three men to come up with a story about witchcraft that barely skims the surface of what witchcraft is, as told in books. There are several intellectual shortcuts, here, and not much research, but this was released by Full Moon Pictures and no one expects realism. When you see that Full Moon logo, you know your IQ won’t be tested.
Meet a group of good-looking stereotypical twenty-something, some pretentious, most cocky, re-interpreting the best scenes of Night of the Demons. The house referred to in the title is majestic. There’s thunder and lightning raging outside, and blasting most scenes aggressively. The excessive cadence of those flashes reveals poor directorial judgement. It’s distracting. It’s too much...
But enough with the negativity. This is horror 101; horror for beginners. It’s campy as hell. It’s the quintessential haunting film mixed with notions of Wicca, a bit of romance, and bad dialogue. For the right audience, Witchouse is a guilty pleasure. It’s mindless entertainment, and it generated a franchise. It is the best Full Moon had to offer at that time, as it was free-falling.