My Encounters With Evil is supposed to be scary. The setup is as follows: three formerly possessed women, in Mexico City, tell their tales of demonic possession (either of themselves or of a parent, sibling, etc. At least one of these subjects is writing a book on the matter, so we cannot be certain of her motivations.
Scary? Not in the sense that you witness anything as it happens. These are all stories, with cutaways in which the director and actors, apparently fond of creative and artistic license as they are wont to be; reenact (and overact) these remembered and certainly not embellishes recollections with the unbridled vigor, drama and incongruity of a B-movie. Sure, you might gasp at the one, maybe twi, well-timed jump scares, or be mesmerized by a prop candle designed to continually burn with a bigger and brighter flame (some digital video cameras fare terribly without copious amounts of light). Then there's a dog that barks, as dogs rend to do), and later, his eyes turned monochromatic red. Later, in one of the cutaway re-enactments, one possessed presents herself with eyes that appear to be solid white. We also get the added bonus of a lady walk ing out an a street doing her interpretation of Tourette's syndrome. If spooky monochromatic eye tropes and two curse words repeated twice get ya,' you're in for a treat!
The numerous issues with this series seem almost intentional. There's zero evidence of demonic possession, save for those whose motive it is to sell books.
Tell me true. If it were a thing, that being demonic possession, and you were suddenly being mentally shredded by no less than one of the most evil Mesopotamian demons... and then got better; would you risk a revisit by flaunting your victory over an 8,000 year-old eternal demon? Remember, he knows where you live. He knows your children, your parents, and those closer to you yet - your pet Labradoodles. I'd venture you'd agree to call it a tie, and never speak of the total mind and body assault (of every kind) for the rest of your natural life.
As for the rest if this drudgery of a series, it's filled the anachronisms and numerous critical elements which were never addressed (for good reason, as the ten or fifteen who believe this happened, would feel even more foolish). I'd love to see a more elevated story; one free of tropes, outright nonsense, and without the inclusion of the not quite yet 150 year-old cheesy Ouija Board toy.
Scary? Not in the sense that you witness anything as it happens. These are all stories, with cutaways in which the director and actors, apparently fond of creative and artistic license as they are wont to be; reenact (and overact) these remembered and certainly not embellishes recollections with the unbridled vigor, drama and incongruity of a B-movie. Sure, you might gasp at the one, maybe twi, well-timed jump scares, or be mesmerized by a prop candle designed to continually burn with a bigger and brighter flame (some digital video cameras fare terribly without copious amounts of light). Then there's a dog that barks, as dogs rend to do), and later, his eyes turned monochromatic red. Later, in one of the cutaway re-enactments, one possessed presents herself with eyes that appear to be solid white. We also get the added bonus of a lady walk ing out an a street doing her interpretation of Tourette's syndrome. If spooky monochromatic eye tropes and two curse words repeated twice get ya,' you're in for a treat!
The numerous issues with this series seem almost intentional. There's zero evidence of demonic possession, save for those whose motive it is to sell books.
Tell me true. If it were a thing, that being demonic possession, and you were suddenly being mentally shredded by no less than one of the most evil Mesopotamian demons... and then got better; would you risk a revisit by flaunting your victory over an 8,000 year-old eternal demon? Remember, he knows where you live. He knows your children, your parents, and those closer to you yet - your pet Labradoodles. I'd venture you'd agree to call it a tie, and never speak of the total mind and body assault (of every kind) for the rest of your natural life.
As for the rest if this drudgery of a series, it's filled the anachronisms and numerous critical elements which were never addressed (for good reason, as the ten or fifteen who believe this happened, would feel even more foolish). I'd love to see a more elevated story; one free of tropes, outright nonsense, and without the inclusion of the not quite yet 150 year-old cheesy Ouija Board toy.