The Devil is a Girl in a Red Raincoat, and She is Looking for a Home
There she waits, in a vibrant coat and matching red sneakers, looking for someone she can consume. The Devil lives inside of this girl, wearing her skin like a suit. It wishes to replace her body with another; it desires to become all of someone new. The Devil is searching for a better home.
Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho meets Roman Polanski's Rosemary's Baby in Nicholas McCarthy's horror film At the Devil's Door, a terrifying tale of pacts, family and acceptance. As real estate agent Leigh (Catalina Sandino Moreno) accepts to sell a house, unaware of its strange history, she finds herself caught up in a game she never accepted to play. Also dragged into this affair is her younger sister Vera (Naya Rivera), an artist with no interest in one day finding someone to love and have kids with. Why did a young woman accept to sell her soul to a devil in which she never believed in? And when will this curse finally come to a close?
As we jump through time, marked by nothing other than the amount of saturated colors enveloping the screen, we learn more than we've hoped for, hide our face behind wide hands at the sight of the Devil when it chooses to reveal it's face, feel our hearts racing as silence takes over, and cringe at the thought of childbirth. McCarthy surely knows how to play with our fears, using a combination of natural light, negative space and a brilliant soundtrack by Ronen Landa to toy with us, and drag us down into this never ending spiral. He reminds us that the Devil hides in small spaces, so be very aware of your surroundings. You never know where it may be hiding next.
How do you get rid of something you can't kill? Should you get rid of it at all?
What choice will you make when you're standing at the Devil's door?