Episode 443: My Demon Lover (1987)

Rundown

We’re a day late with our Valentine, and that’s not even the worst part… The worst part is that it’s a singing candygram delivered by a guy we found on the NYC subway who definitely doesn’t know how to play saxophone (the most erotic instrument) and smells like a dumpster. But he apparently has a heart of gold, even though he eventually bangs your friend and then gaslights you about it saying it was a selfless act to rid him of his curse. MY DEMON LOVER (1987) is a confusing mess, and thinks it’s way funnier than it really is, but damn if there aren’t some shockingly gruesome effects sprinkled throughout. Be ours anyway?