January is famously a month of mass depression and hybernation. Nobody wants to go outside, nobody wants to spend money, and most of all, nobody wants to haul their ass to the nearest multi-plex unless lured by the promise of a high-calorie action flick, preferably one in a series. But this weekend, a quaint little horror film called The Devil Inside broke the precedent. Raking in a cool 34 million in its opening weekend, the William Brent Bell-penned (as well as directed) foray into Catholic exorcisms and demonic possession showed Hollywood producers everywhere that if there’s one thing people will venture out into the freezing cold (or, if you’re in New York, balmy heat) to see, it’s a group of painfully unattractive people brutally slaughtering Catholic clergymen. Throws a bit of the wrench into the ‘family values’ ethic of mainstream cinema, doesn’t it?
It’s just possible that 2012, with all the predictions of doom and rapture surrounding it, may usher in a nationwide obsession with slickly-produced yet DIY-seeming horror films. After all, when you’re constantly told that the end of the world is around the corner, what film genre can really offer solace but the decapitating, blood-and-innard spilling variety?
Did we mention we can’t wait for Game of Thrones to start up again?