The Devil Candy Review

The Devil's Candy

The Devil's Candy

Parents, don’t let your kids listen to doom metal. Australian writer-director Sean Byrne has some malevolent fun with the familiar perception of Satan’s music as an invitation to evil — or failing that, a means to drown it out — in his first American feature, The Devil’s Candy. But the movie runs out of ideas after an offbeat start, losing most of its dark humor along the way. Teasing us with the promise of a haunted house only to scale back to a tale of parallel possession, and then downsize further still to restrict its principal mayhem to one crazed psychopath, this is strictly VOD fodder.

Byrne made a splash in Toronto’s Midnight Madness section in 2009 with The Loved Ones, about a spurned prom date who turns torturer with daddy’s help. That film’s crafty repurposing of ingredients lifted from the John Hughes cookbook marked the director as a subversive original in the making. But this decently acted, disappointingly generic follow-up is a more familiar beast, with very few surprises up its sleeve.

Jesse (Ethan Embry) is an unfulfilled artist, painting butterfly murals for banks on commission when he’d rather be doing darker stuff like the tattoo art adorning his hard body. (He paints shirtless, so we get to see a lot of it.) His teenage daughter Zooey (Kiara Glasco) shares his taste for loud headbanger music, while his wife Astrid (Shiri Appleby) tolerates it with an indulgent smile. Byrne winks at the audience by dousing the establishing happy-family scenes in songs like “Everyone Dies” and “Already Dead.”
When a dream property in rural Texas turns up on the market with a roomy studio space for Jesse to work in, the family takes the plunge. The bargain price trumps the realtor’s full-disclosure warning that two people died there.

One of those deaths has already been seen in the prologue, when hulking, jittery Ray (Pruitt Taylor Vince) and the demonic voices in his head are introduced, and his mother makes the silly mistake of threatening to send him back to the hospital. It’s not long before Jesse also starts hearing the same Beelze-babble, which breathes new life into his work. Suddenly the butterflies have the faces of terrified children, including Zooey’s, and sinister gallery owner Leonard (Tony Amendola) develops an interest after previously giving Jesse the brush-off. (Everyone knows art dealers are Satan’s minions.)