You may think Devil's Due looks like garbage pretending to be a movie - you'd be wrong. It is so much worse than you could possibly imagine.
When a film is terrible, truly Devil’s Due is one of the worst films I’ve ever seen, it is hard to choose a starting point for a review. While trying to formulate a procedural direction you think of each infuriatingly poor decision on behalf of the writer and director and how wasting 89 minutes of your life was easily avoidable.
A recently wed couple, Sam and Zach, embark on their honeymoon to a tropical destination. On their final night they go off the beaten path to an underground party at the behest of their taxi-driver. Sam discovers she is pregnant almost immediately after they return home. The rest of Devil’s Due is about the alleged terrifying events unfolding around – and inside of – her.
As a couple, Allison Miller and Zach Gilford are far from distinct, compelling or even believable. Allison Miller’s Sam is cute but about as basic as you can get – case and point: she hugs a juicer she receives as a wedding present. Gilford painfully overacts as the cheesy newly-hubbied other half. He intrusively catalogs their whole life together, obnoxiously toting his video camera everywhere he goes, making sure it is always in focus, perfectly framed and well lit even when his wife is doubled over in pain.
Devil’s Due is touted as a ‘found footage’ film. If one more cheesy camcorder style horror movie is released I am going to dig up and then punch Jerome Lemelson‘s corpse in the face. Apparently a handheld camera is not enough for our character Zach in Devil’s Due. In addition, he is a creepy pervert with hidden cameras throughout the house to capture life as well. Yet it also utilizes security footage at a grocery store, secret cameras in every room of the couple’s house and police interrogation footage. This lack of direction must be what happens when there are two directors, Tyler Gillett and Matt Bettinelli-Olpin, working on one film.
All the exasperatingly frustrating facepalm-worthy horror clichés are included in Devil’s Due thanks to inexperienced screenwriter Lindsay Devlin. The plot is not new, not interesting and insanely moronic. Immediately, the main characters obliviously follow a stranger down a dark alley while in a foreign country to go to an unmarked party. Later, all the footage husband Zach painstakingly films is never actually reviewed, let alone uploaded to a hard-drive, so one must assume he buys his SD cards in bulk. Further, the transformation within Sam is purely incidental as the demonic fetus becomes stronger in her womb. In the meantime there is enough stagnating filler scenes to grind the film to an immediate halt.
There is nothing redeemable about Devil’s Due and the fact it was even released, let alone in mainstream movie theaters, is baffling.