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Kidskycom It's funny watching the elements come together in this complicated scam. On one hand, the set-up isn't quite as complex as it seems, but there's an easy sense of fun in every exchange.

Plustown A lot of perfectly good film show their cards early, establish a unique premise and let the audience explore a topic at a leisurely pace, without much in terms of surprise. this film is not one of those films.

filippaberry84 I think this is a new genre that they're all sort of working their way through it and haven't got all the kinks worked out yet but it's a genre that works for me.

HumanoidOfFlesh Unexplained murders of gang bangers shock the community of Colorado Springs.The police is baffled and don't know what to do.A German scientist tries to warn police forces about Demonic Cop-a police officers who suffers from a strange blood disease which turns him into unstoppable killing machine.Extremely illogical and hard to follow piece of low-budget crap.The characters are poorly developed and various sub-plots are strikingly idiotic.The only reason to watch this disaster is cameo of Cameron Mitchell as an unpleasant psychiatrist.The acting is awful and hackneyed script is even worse.Watch "Demon Cop" only if you are a true masochist.3 dead gang bangers out of 10.

BA_Harrison There are many films out there that stink to high heaven but which still manage to redeem themselves somewhat by providing unintentional giggles along the way; Demon Cop, however, is such an amateurish mass of excrement that it is not even good for a few laughs.A jumbled mess of terribly written, badly acted, crudely lit, poorly framed scenes, seemingly edited together completely at random, this rancid garbage from the multi-talentless Rocco Karega (failed actor turned failed writer and failed director) must surely qualify as one of the worst movies in the history of horror.The film opens at the Ravenwood Asylum for the Criminally Insane, where we are greeted with a cheery 'Hello' by Cameron 'Will Act For Food' Mitchell, who informs us that he is not a patient at the institution, but the doctor. The doc then proceeds to ramble inanely for a couple of minutes about the 'files of the damned' and Edgar Allen Poe, making us wonder if he might be a patient after all, before recounting the details of one particular case, that of a poor soul infected by a 500 year old demon that can be transmitted through blood...What follows is some of the most incoherent trash ever committed to film, featuring a monster with gag-shop plastic teeth and scary hands made from rubber gloves, 'actors' who frequently fluff their lines (but who soldier on regardless hoping that no-one has noticed), baffling shots that linger interminably on eyes, feet or the backs of heads, while the characters spout lengthy chunks of meaningless dialogue, and some of the most unconvincing reaction shots you are ever likely to see.By the time Cameron Mitchell reappears at the end to wrap things up (and presumably to collect his payment—after all, a man's got to eat!), there's a good chance that you'll either be sound asleep or checking into the nearest asylum yourself.

david_s_fox After reading the comments made by the other reviewer about this film, who is clearly a film buff, I thought I would include my own point, as someone who watches films simply for the crack. Demon Cop is no Lord Of The Rings or Terminator 2, but it does make for some compelling viewing, for the simple fact you have no idea whats going on, it looks like it was made by a blind man, and not once in the film is the Demon actually a cop! This film is so bad its fantastic! The film starts with and introduction by a Doctor who is the head of a mental asylum, who talks of one of his patients (the Demon Cop), which I cant see how he can talk about him as he dies at the end of the film, and not once was he in the asylum! Then we move to a seen where a man is being chased by the Demon Cop. This is hilarious as the man is sprinting for dear life while the Demon Cop plods behind, but he's only ever just in front of the Demon Cop! The Demon Cop himself is brilliant - from what I can gather, he's an ex-Special Forces/ Vietnam war hero who got a medal, who was involved in a drive-by shooting, who has HIV, who is a cop, sings songs in 'Demon Form', can't open doors and gets fooled by women in wheelchairs with tazer guns! You can imagine how bad this is. The production itself is horrendous. The opening credits mix are written in chalk on a wall (which you can't read), when people are talking it either shows the back of their heads, their mouths or their eyes, rarely their full face (can't blame them really - I wouldn't want to be shown in this film) and the music is done by a 3 year old on a knackered keyboard. It gets worse on from here, but thats what my review is about. Top marks to the distribution company for releasing this, whatever you were on that day I want some! The film is awful, but it gets full marks because it is so bad, i could watch it again and again and laugh my head off, which is strange as its supposed to be a horror movie! I will finish with saying that if you want to watch a good movie, clearly avoid like the plague. But if you want a film that you and your friends can watch while having a beer then this is a must. Recommended because its so bad! Bring on the DVD version, if ever!

AndyOBX Where does one begin with a film so sublime, so subtle, so tender and so good-natured? Well, one would *not* begin, were the subject of one's meditation this film. One would be stuck. One would stumble right out of the gate when writing about this travesty, this weirdly unintentionally brilliant piece of garbage called "Demon Cop." This is doubtless an entertaining little piece of horror bombast, but it is highly suggested that you imbibe copious amounts of illegal drugs or cheap wine before viewing, so that something else can be attributed to the inevitable destruction of your precious brain cells. It might also make it even more enjoyable viewing. Or at least tolerable. Or else you will be able to forget it quickly. Would that I had planned ahead. Seeing it as I just have, in the stark raving mad light of day, without benefit of mood- or cinema altering substances, soberly I was unable to consider the glittering, decadently awful "Demon Cop" for the peculiar gem it perhaps might be. More rather, for the gigantic train wreck of a waste of celluloid (rather, video) it most certainly is.For all eternity, I will never know the plot, nor will I understand the motivation behind wasting the money to commit this to eternity and to an eternity of late, late night cable runs (although, in my case, not nearly late enough). But it has something to do with a cop, who is a demon because his blood is bad, and an understanding girlfriend. There appears to be a script, but nothing stands out that I can point to. To the writer's credit, tasteless AIDS jokes abound. There is a savage murder rampage then, several savage murderous rampages and voice-overs later, there is a girl in a wheelchair; several cops who don't wear uniforms; strange, suburban Los Angeles ranch style housing; and a laughably awful demon latex costume that is topped by a Geri-curled wig stolen straight out of an early LaToya Jackson video. Spirit gum must have gone missing, because that darned demon latex costume keeps peeling off. All of the above combines to create a vivid impression. At least it would be vivid, if the video quality weren't so bad. The hyphenate behind this production, a madman named Rocco Karega, perhaps walks our streets even this very night. Be afraid. Be very, very afraid. But in that Ed Wood way, one does admire him. And by "admire," I mean stand very, very far away and observe from a distance, hopefully with bars between you, and a security detail. The earnest, "like me, please, oh, God, like me" quality that permeates the performances throughout are nowhere matched in their, well, permeability, than the stunning central, electrifying one of writer-director-producer-star-costumer-caterer Rocco Karega. There is nothing in film that this man thinks he cannot do. Alas, writing, directing, producing and starring are not any of them. To his credit, I am sure this film was catered adequately, as everybody seemed reasonably well fed, if not mostly pale. The costumes were provided by the cast, and it looks like everybody has washing machines. So there's that. Wherever you are tonight, Rocco Karega, rest well, knowing your 1991 masterpiece continues to enchant future generations, bringing joy and AIDS jokes to countless admirers. God bless you, Rocco Karega. God bless you richly.