'Resurrected Evil' (2016) – Andrew C. Erin.

Thematically not entirely dissimilar to Peter Weir's cult classic 'The cars that ate Paris', the Julie Benz-starring, mutable bricks and mortar B-shocker 'Resurrected Evil' is, perhaps, better described as 'The House that ate its Tenants'. Now, first off, this hungry-house horror film is frequently very, very silly indeed, but, then again, so am I, so, people in glass houses innit? The diminutive and much-loved scream queen Danielle Harris is the very first victim to get gruesomely gobbled up in this malevolent, multilevelled mansion of madness! Once consumed by the monstrous machinations of Havenhurst, a uniquely carnivorous concrete domicile of doom, her loyal friend, and ex-dipsomaniac Julie Benz nervily moves into Danielle's brusquely vacated apartment to Scooby Doo the sinister skinny on her friend's sudden disappearance, and fathom the screwball demeanour of landlady Eleanor (Fionulla Flanagan) who seemingly takes an exceedingly dim view over her errant tenants who fall off the wagon, and then, quite literally, helter-skelter screamingly into the sinisterly subterranean, blood-spattered bowels of Havenhurt's diabolical cellar! 

'Resurrected Evil' shoehorns in some amusingly schlocky guff about serial killer H.H. Holmes, and one of the film's grim-looking, crawlspace-creeping death dealers appears to have escaped from a 90s Marilyn Manson video! Somewhat curiously, the usually reliable Julie Benz frequently looks a mite embarrassed here, appearing to be quite literally lost within this labyrinthine hell house, making for a rather low-rent final girl, but the squirrelly malevolently mute Manson gimp with the motorized girl-goring gizmo on his super-sinewy forearm is certainly good for a few lurid laffs, and the ending is sweetly charming in a deliciously sardonic 'House of A Thousand Corpses' kinda' way! Unfortunately, the mediocre score proved unexciting, and talented veteran actor Fionulla Flanagan valiantly did what she could with yet another tiresome iteration of the diabolically dotty old maid trope. The creaky creepshow 'Havenhurst' should be condemned for its shaky foundations, mediocre script, and tepid performances, thereby hindering 'Resurrected Evil' from being anything greater than a forgettably cheesy, six pack-friendly B-Horror; the schlocky premise might have worked better as one of the freakier episodes of maestro George A. Romero cult anthology horror show 'Tales From The Darkside'. 'Resurrected Evil' could be fun pairing with Klaus Kinski's cult horror classic 'Crawlspace'.