The Dammed Damned

The best way to get rid of evil is to chain it in a basement in a village at the foot of a new dam and flood the entire town, thereby washing all your problems down the drain and creating fishing and revenue streams. Good start for the evilized Beneath Still Waters (2005).

Problem is, you can’t keep a good demon and his followers down. Forty years later, a big party is planned to celebrate the dam’s anniversary. Guess who’s coming to the festivities?

Silas, the above-mentioned totally satanic guy who initiates you into his Club of Wrongness by ripping your face in half with his bare hands, needs to complete a ritual in order to exact his revenge. During the course of his flame-y eye influence, the townsfolk start rotting and gleefully dismembering themselves and doing naked stuff. (The orgy scene is a riot, with a priest getting busy with a goat and a nun using rosary beads in places the church deems not cool.) 

There’s a patience-testing sub-plot involving an underwater photo journalist who floats…beneath still waters…and takes pictures of the sunken village (with lights still on in some of the houses). But it’s the wholesale slaughter, chunkified gore and stink demons that make this one worthy. That, and the female untethered tops.

A much better name for this flick, though, could’ve been, The Dammed Damned. Heh.