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.

Appreciation Review: Planet Terror

Appreciation Review: Planet Terror (2007)

An appreciation review is for a film that I love that I feel hasn’t received its due! All in the spirit of giving films the spotlight they deserve! (According to me). Because film is subjective of course, but I hope to change your minds.

Disclaimer: Ironically, this also ties into Wonderfully Weird, because, let’s be honest, this isn’t a universally “got” film.

There are so many quotes from this film that I spew on a daily basis, so apologies (sorry- not sorry) if that happens often during this review. It’s just the ideal amalgamation of horror, comedy, and outright randomness that makes Planet Terror iconic.

Appreciation Review: Planet Terror
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A zombie (not really zombie, but zombie) government invented disease ravages local residents. Have we seen this before? Perhaps. In this delectably bizarre/hilarious way?

Helllll no.

“That Boy’s Got the Devil in Him”

Thank you Robert Rodriguez for this, and for a few others I might throw into the mix, to be continued) even if there’s plenty of his that I’m not as sold on. This first shot in the grindhouse combo unleashed a mess of guts, a random testicle storing/obsession (by the wonderful Naveen Andrews) of his victims, to Freddy Rodriguez’s honed “notorious” ability to kick ass as “El Wray” it is a ride. Not to mention an assortment of other acting gems like Michael Beihn (his on-going rivalry with brother Jeff Fahey’s for the ultimate BBQ recipe) and Rose McGowan with a machine gun/rocket launcher leg. To name a few. All of this may seem chaotic, and potentially not real, but it all really happens. It fits like a perfectly attached wooden appendage during an apocalyptic event when you need a leg.

Yeah, that’s Planet Terror.

This movie transcended a lot of previously used (sometimes abused) themes and made it original. At a time when one might wonder: how is this possible? Well, through a sense of obscurity, originality, and also, a healthy dose of throwback. The grindhouse appeal is a selling point, but the movie excels beyond the aesthetic, nostalgic touch. In simplest terms, it’s campy horror fun, with an assortment forced to come together (some overcoming their sordid pasts) to prevail over the evil looming here. 

“I’m Going to Eat Your Brains, and Gain Your Knowledge.”

One of my favorite aspects of Planet Terror, other than the humor that sneaks into every scene, some hilarious one-liners, is the style. If you’ve seen a lot of Rodriguez’s filmography, you know he’s got this in spades, but Planet Terror brings it to another level. It’s soaked in its grindhouse vibe, much like the other within the film duo, Death Proof. Another being The Machete movies, which came out of the wonderfully ridiculous trailers between the two films. Whether it be the gore or the sparks of the explosions, the effects and visuals pop. Also, props to the badass choreographed scene of Freddy Rodriguez‘s character fighting his way through a hospital ward and Josh Brolin’s creepy doctor. It’s exploitation, it’s throw-back horror, it is embracing the campiness with a wide-toothed, bloody grin. 

What do you think? Let me know!