666: The Demon Child (2004) – Cary Howe.

This is manifestly one of the most perversely enjoyable, Satanically stupefying schlock-bombs I have seen in quite some time! Cary Howe's 666: The Demon Child inconsistently provides terrifically trashy, and winningly Tromaesque brain-melt. While annoyingly replete with an ungenerous amount of T&A, the profundity of dunderhead dialogue, bungled Mise-en-scene, and unexpectedly earnest performances are objectively delightful! Howe's ineffably absurd creature feature 666: The Demon Child remains a proper giggle for the unrepentantly ethanolic, overzealous, bargain bin movie cognoscenti. No tweaked, dust bowl-set, demoniacal baby goof-a-rama ever deserves to be thrown under the B-Movie bus should it contain the immortally chucklesome line 'I can protect you from an egg!!!!' Followers of Ancient Aliens, crude Cryptid re-enactments, Mad Magazine film parodies, and Zechariah Sitchin may well appreciate the film's uproariously cheapjack mysticisms, and especially relish its reekingly Gorgonzola'd apocalyptical climax! When all is said and done, I am still left feeling a mite dejected, as I, sadly, should the need arise, have absolutely no one to protect me from an egg! (sigh)