Low-rent '90s Possession w/o anything to rly say and even more batshit. Luv the Suspiria-lit hacienda style Los Angeles apartment complex and Old Dark House showdown + house music slowmo dance. I bet if this were scored better to sound less direct-to-video this would b a real lost (semi) gem.
This is the sort of film Brian DePalma would've made if he suffered a severe head trauma, picked up some bargain basement lighting equipment from Mario Bava's garage sale, and gorged himself on a steady diet of straight-to-video erotic thrillers and AAAHH!!! REAL MONSTERS reruns. And then threw in a few Cronenbergian monster puppets… just for the fuck of it.