Goethe's epic Faust has been made into more than 50 films, but this certainly must be the only one featuring a scene in which a woman's breasts inflate around her until her face is barely visible above the quivering flesh. Clearly, this one is based on a (very) graphic comic book series, not a confusing, wordy, literary roadblock. In this case, the Faust of the title is a nutcase who winds up with The X-Men's Wolverine razor hands and, near the finale, realizes 1) he's not a minion of the Devil sent to cut up innocents; he is the Devil and 2) bad guys make far more satisfying targets. Once Mark Frost dons the red rubber devil garb and turns into a version of Him from The Powerpuff Girls, he becomes more superhero than monster, which rather confuses the protagonist/antagonist tension that's required for a satisfying resolution. Not that this matters to kitchen-sink director Brian Yuzna, who is going for the same arch and camp franchise possibility he stumbled onto with Re-Animator; the story is spliced up like the ingredients in a Cobb salad -- the very definition of "meandering" (flashbacks will do that, you know). On the other hand, horror fans will find much to their liking if they can get used to a demon who spits out very funny one-liners like, "I make such a mess when I play," as he stands amid the gore of a freshly butchered victim. The editing is so stroboscopically kinetic it makes The Crow look like slow motion. Check your brain at the door and eat up this grisly eye candy.
by Buzz McClain review