Demon Monkey

Demon Monkey

DEMON MONKEY is like, well, a barrel of monkeys. It’s a good time. There’s liberal use of a dummy, surprise monster effects, stop-motion gore, primate transformations, and a guy obsessed with garlic who takes a shower with his clothes on. What more could you possibly want? While at times the film does get a little chatty and repetitive, and plot points are rehashed several times, DEMON MONKEY consistently delivers. It’s fun to watch Barry Prima duke it out with a bloodthirsty primate monster. The costume really gets a lot of screen time and mileage, as it should. This movie is further proof that we all really need to visit Indonesia. There’s a creative energy there that we must bottle and export to all these American milquetoast so-called action directors. Michael Bay, take note. You don’t need millions of dollars and endless CG to unleash a cinematic cocaine party. You only need to go to Indonesia, find Barry Prima, and give him a leather studded vest.

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