Main cast: April Hartman (Malory Clarkson), Jade Summers (Savannah Dupree), Kristin Keith (Roberta Gillis), Lorraine Eubank (Julie Marchant), Nancy Chartier (Olivia Jackson), AnaLee Pleasured (Trey Brown), Neve Felder (Maya Jackson), Swisyzinna (Marissa Keaton), J Andrew Mullins (Father Malcolm), Justin Armstrong (Luke Carter), Lincoln Honaker (Ben Clayburn), Robb Hudspeth (James Summers), William Poindexter (Dagan), and Dee Wallace (Zura Valentine)
Director: Terry Aderholt
Hold it, hold it. Someone in the cast is actually credited as AnaLee Pleasured?
Hold it, Incubus: New Beginnings is not an adult film, is it?
Alas, sadly, it isn’t, although its production values and acting are straight out adult video aisle bargain bin tier. In other words, this is an adult film without the adult parts, which makes the only legitimate excuse for its existence is money laundering.
Dee Wallace gets top billing in all the marketing materials that hype this movie up, but as expected, she is barely in it. She plays a demonologist that helps a bunch of women that, while having a get-together to cheer one of their fresh-out-of-divorce friends, find themselves attracting the interest of an incubus.
The incubus wants to impregnate them so that he can then take those kids back to hell. All this seems like an inefficient way to swell the ranks of the population down there, as I’d think possession is a far quicker way, but maybe he just uses this as an excuse to have demon sex. God knows logic isn’t going to save this movie.
It is obvious a few minutes in that this movie probably has enough of a budget only to rent the cabin to shoot the film and then pay Dee Wallace some money, because this is one of those movies that looks and feels like one where the cast members have to bring their own clothes and makeup to the set. The lighting is cheap and bad, the camera work is on a single plane type, and I can practically see the cameraman walking around the cast members as they “act”, due to how amateurish the whole thing feels and is.
Still, all this won’t be so bad if the acting is competent, but my goodness, it’s like these people have dragged random people off the streets to act in this one. The acting is stiff and the line delivery is off through and through. Some of them are probably excited to be on film—”Hi, mom!”—but the excitement spills over into unnaturally overenunciated lines and manic crazy eyes, while others are so monotonous that they may already be dead inside. Nothing here feels real or organic; I am never allowed to forget that this is a movie with amateur hour stamped all over it.
Maybe the story can save the whole thing? Sadly, no. There is nothing here that is remotely interesting, as it’s another one of those super low-budget horror movies that pad things out with inane and boring conversations as well as badly done non-comedy comedy to fill up the runtime because nobody has the money for scary music, practical effects, or CGI. Good lord, the “comedy” is atrocious, as the “humorous” scenes are bumbleclot slapstick nonsense crafted by someone that doesn’t seem to understand the concept of comedy.
The “scares” are limited to spooky smoke effects, very fake red glows in one’s eyes, and that’s pretty much it. Oh, and a pasty guy showing off his butt—that’s one full moon that I don’t need to see. The rest of the cast keep their clothes on, which is actually a good thing if you ask me.
So yes, this movie isn’t a new beginning for anyone involved in it, unless we’re talking about a new money laundering front. It’s more like dead even before arrival.
