Review of Hobgoblins

To truly, TRULY understand the pain, banality, and horror (not the intentional kind) associated with this movie, I suggest an activity: Douse your eyes in battery acid, have someone with an annoying voice scream misogynistic phrases into your ear for an hour and a half, and then, just for kicks, have someone remind you that life is unfair and brutal. Then, and only then, will you have some semblance of knowledge as to the unbelievably poor quality of this film. In truth, I don't know where to start. The writing is acerbically bad. The acting isn't much better, and the characters are so overwritten that the performances were doomed, anyway. The hobgoblins themselves are laughable, in that they appear completely inanimate. And all of that does little to address the blatant and suspect sexual themes of this movie. Truly, one can only wonder about the motivations and inspirations of Rick Sloane, the person most singularly responsible for this piece of dreck. In a few words, DON'T EVER SEE THIS MOVIE. It's low-budget, it's unimaginative, and mephitic doesn't begin to describe it. Seriously, stay away, and forget you ever heard about its existence.