Jesus Fucking Christ on the cross!
The film starts strong, with the decimation of a handful of newborns inside a nursery. The massacre happens off-screen, but we get the picture. Fast forward five years ahead; what we basically have to chew on is a detective procedural, courtesy of the man who lost his child ten minutes ago, and who’s investigating a mass murder. The procedural isn’t peripheral. It’s all this is.
This Mexican movie was shot in Spanish and English to widen the audience, but it creates more narrative problems than it solves. There’s something extremely controversial about the plotline: it’s a movie about mass infanticide and pedicide. It’s so shocking and thought-provoking that we don’t see any of it. Director Emilio Portes wants to tell a story, but he refuses to show it.
But the movie’s called Belzebuth so, eventually, demons start competing with the hundred other subplots. A bunch of mass murders, an explosion, kidnapping, tarot cards, black magic, an exorcism; the fuck is going on, here? This is a well made 2-hour slow burning religious horror picture. Sadly, it’s just not memorable despite its singular plot. All it needed was a script doctor to trim the fat.