The hubris to call this Amityville: The Final Chapter when I know that I have four more days of Amityville week left is so galling to me that I wonder if I even have the resolve to finish this film.
Of course I do, gentle reader. A steady diet of modern streaming dreck, Jess Franco films and way too many Bruno Mattei films have given me the kind of iron resolve that once led fifteen year old men to enlist in the war effort and lie about their age. Except instead of punching German soldiers, I'm up in the middle of the night watching what feels like the hundredth Amityville movie I've seen.
Sure, there's a book with the same title by John G. Jones, but this movie was originally entitled Sickle and has next to nothing to do with Amityville. If you're aghast, you haven't been watching Amityville films after 2005 or reading our site. For shame.
Geno McGahee directed this. Perhaps you've seen his work in movies like Satanic Meat Cleaver Massacre or The Haunting of La Llorona. Maybe you watch Tubi and go to Walmart and look for new horror movies nearly every day. Maybe...you're me.
Michael Hart was just twelve-years-old when he was convicted of murdering his babysitter. All along, he has claimed that a tall monster with a top hat did it. Now, as he's released from prison to work in his Uncle Bill's garage, the murders have started again. Michael needs to clear his name before he gets arrested for the crimes that look to be coming from his hands.
Notice that I never used the words Amityville anywhere here. That's because Amityville: The Final Chapter is a much more marketable title than Sickle. The truth, as they say, will set you free. And for me, freedom is buying movies that cost $3.74 at America's superstore.
Of course I do, gentle reader. A steady diet of modern streaming dreck, Jess Franco films and way too many Bruno Mattei films have given me the kind of iron resolve that once led fifteen year old men to enlist in the war effort and lie about their age. Except instead of punching German soldiers, I'm up in the middle of the night watching what feels like the hundredth Amityville movie I've seen.
Sure, there's a book with the same title by John G. Jones, but this movie was originally entitled Sickle and has next to nothing to do with Amityville. If you're aghast, you haven't been watching Amityville films after 2005 or reading our site. For shame.
Geno McGahee directed this. Perhaps you've seen his work in movies like Satanic Meat Cleaver Massacre or The Haunting of La Llorona. Maybe you watch Tubi and go to Walmart and look for new horror movies nearly every day. Maybe...you're me.
Michael Hart was just twelve-years-old when he was convicted of murdering his babysitter. All along, he has claimed that a tall monster with a top hat did it. Now, as he's released from prison to work in his Uncle Bill's garage, the murders have started again. Michael needs to clear his name before he gets arrested for the crimes that look to be coming from his hands.
Notice that I never used the words Amityville anywhere here. That's because Amityville: The Final Chapter is a much more marketable title than Sickle. The truth, as they say, will set you free. And for me, freedom is buying movies that cost $3.74 at America's superstore.
