Portal to Hell: My Kind of Strange

Woody Bess‘ Portal to Hell has premise as insane as you’d expect, but it’s presented so naturally that the film’s deadpan approach becomes part of its charm.

Debt collector Dunn (Trey Holland) discovers a portal to Hell inside a washing machine at his local laundromat. When he learns that the demon living inside named Chip (played by the wonderful Richard Kind) has come for his neighbor, Mr. Bobshank (Keith David), he strikes a deal to bring back three sinners in exchange with the help of laundromat worker Ed (Romina D’Ugo). What follows is a quirky, surprisingly thoughtful journey through guilt and redemption with ample absurdity along the way.

The dialogue is sharp and the humor lands. Characters casually discuss demons, damnation, and portals to Hell as though they’re talking about the weather, and I found myself cackling more than once. Keith David delivers some hilarious lines, while Richard Kind steals every scene he’s in with the perfect blend of menace and charm. Romina D’Ugo also makes a strong impression, bringing warmth and wit to the story as Ed.

Deadpan Delight

What makes the comedy so effective is that nobody winks at the audience. Portal to Hell plays its ridiculous premise with complete sincerity, allowing it to speak for itself. The result feels less like a broad horror-comedy and more like a supernatural slice-of-life tale that just happens to involve damnation and a laundromat. That commitment to treating the impossible as mundane makes the humor all the more effective.

As much as I loved the film’s off-kilter humor, Portal to Hell, isn’t content to simply be a goofy demon comedy. The second act digs a little deeper, exploring morality, forgiveness, and the choices that define us. Underneath, the film is surprisingly compassionate, asking whether people deserve to be defined by their worst mistakes. Rather than casting judgment, it approaches its characters with empathy. Dunn‘s dilemma isn’t simply about saving a neighbor from Hell. It’s about understanding the messy choices people make and whether redemption remains possible after those choices define them.

Some of the wonderfully weird momentum that fuels the first half gives way to more contemplative storytelling. While that shift doesn’t derail the film’s enjoyment, it does slow down some of its infernal inertia.

Trey Holland serves as the film’s grounding force amid the chaos. While everyone around him is dealing with demons and sinners, Holland keeps Dunn grounded and relatable. That sincerity helps sell even the film’s wildest moments and makes it easier to invest in the emotional stakes beneath all the supernatural chaos.

There’s also something refreshing about how much the film accomplishes with a relatively small scope. Rather than relying on elaborate effects, Portal to Hell, focuses on character interactions and clever writing, allowing its bizarre setup to do the heavy lifting. The result feels intimate in a way many larger genre productions don’t. The limited setting works in the film’s favor as well. By grounding the film in ordinary locations, the supernatural elements become even more striking when they emerge.

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Woody Bess understands that he doesn’t need a massive budget to create memorable imagery. After all, a demon emerging from a laundromat washing machine is already memorable enough. As a confident debut, the film trusts its script, performances, and wickedly strange concept to carry the narrative, discovering plenty of laughs lurking alongside the fire and brimstone.

Conclusion

Despite its tonal change and slower-moving final act, Portal to Hell still keeps its legs. Of course, Kind‘s demon would probably prefer to eat them.

It’s inventive, thought-provoking, and packed with the kind of scrappy indie charm that’s easy to root for. Any movie that asks us to accept a washing machine as a gateway to Hell is already operating on my wavelength, but it’s the heart beneath all that weirdness that ultimately makes it memorable.

Delightfully bizarre and unexpectedly heartfelt, it’s the kind of genre gem that reminds us why embracing the strange can be so rewarding. And really, any movie that gives Richard Kind the opportunity to play a demon deserves more than a little appreciation.

Blood daughter: The Indie of Indies

When you have a deep love for the novel Dracula by Bram Stroker the obvious thing to do is to make a trilogy of films (started over thirty years ago) dedicated to a modern retelling of the tale. That’s exactly what writer and director Bryan Enk has done, starting with his first two titles from when he was still in college, 1993’s Dracula and 1994’s Dracula Returns. Of course both of these were made on a budget thinner than any thread known to humanity and shot on VHS using camcorders. When you have a love for storytelling, it doesn’t matter.

That brings us to this year and the film we are here to talk about, Blood Daughter, in a way a legacy sequel to Enk’s own films from the 90’s. The movie takes a few minutes to get going but once it does we learn that there is a cult that has been routinely recruiting people to be sent to the tower and become food for Dracula and the titular Blood Daughter (played by Alexandria Johnson). That’s just one of the many plots and subplots the film introduces us to, slowly bringing them all together at the end.

I Am All In A Sea Of Wonders

The film takes ideas and themes directly from Bram Stoker’s Dracula in order to inform the narrative of the piece, often taking lines directly off the page. At times the film had a very campy feel for everything that was happening until it hit me what I was watching. If you just let go and allow things to unfold (while reserving judgment) the movie is very much a stage-play. Sure, it’s filmed and the camera moves inform what it is that we are to be paying attention to but at the heart of Blood Daughter, it’s very much a play. An over the top one that didn’t take itself too seriously at times, but a play none the less. In a way, that’s what ended up making it fun for me.

The cast is extensive (all friends or favors that were called in by Enk) and included almost everyone that was involved in the original VHS epics from the 90’s. Returning for the conclusion of the tale were; Aaron Sinclair (Harker), John Klump (Renfield), Chuck Johnson (Van Helsing), and David Jarrell (Lord Henry). Whether you enjoyed the varying levels of acting talent from those involved or not, the one thing that you cannot argue with is, they were having a blast. It was like watching one of the home movies that we all made when we were younger but made by adults who haven’t yet forgotten how to have fun. We should all make at least one of these films if we truly love cinema.

Conclusion

Blood Daughter won’t win any awards, and it certainly won’t change the landscape of Hollywood for better or for worse, but that’s kind of the point. Enk rounded up the people he wanted to work with and went out and made the film that he wanted to make. It was a pure passion project by everyone involved and when you have art like that it doesn’t deserve to be ignored or ran into the ground, it should be seen and enjoyed for what it is. Someone’s hard work, finished and put on screen. It takes a lot to see something through from start to finish so for that alone it’s worth a view.

I will say that despite the fact that I wasn’t completely on board with the acting or the camera moves (or lack of camera moves) or the sound design and effects, the movie did exactly what it set out to do. It made a campy little conclusion to the films Enk made in college and even expanded on the lore a little. It had a definite beginning, middle, and end, and it was entertaining.

I do like stumbling upon movies like this, they’re like little secrets that only a handful of people are in on. In this case I think if you have just under two hours to kill, you should seek Blood Daughter out and give it a watch. Supporting Indie filmmakers is always important and this film can use the word of mouth. They all put in their time, you can give them a little of yours.