Little Devils: The Birth

There's nothing really new in "Little Devils".

The effort in watching the movie is not repaid, even with the best efforts of some of the cast.

There's apparently a troubled past behind the making of this movie. This explains a lot. It wouldn't have taken much more effort to get the devils quite decent for example. Perhaps the point was the poor model-making skills of the character and thus the look? The effect though is poor, sort of like a cheapened down version of Gremlins - the devils even die is a similar fashion pictorially.

The story?

Loner Lionel finds some magical mud or such and makes the titular creatures. The movie then entirely switches to his downstairs neighbour, trash romantic fiction writer Ed. That stays the case for the first two thirds of the movie. The last third is passable but only just.

It does not save the movie.

Utterly unsure of any real movement / motive / plot but I may have missed it somewhere.

It needs to be said that the final (pre-credits, see below) scene is awful.

There's some okay moments with two side characters (landlady and doctor) stealing the acting credits, such as they are.

Lastly, if you follow the ride through then stick around for the credits as there's a final scene that plays out entirely behind the credit-roll. Bit odd. There's a nice few paragraphs of script here though that I liked.

Not recommended,

During the end credits Russ Tamblyn is enjoying a beer with Mark Price and then he sums it up, with the only good line in the film: "I feel like I've just made a B-movie!"

Had he said F-movie the irony would have worked.

And had it NOT been for the charm of veteran star Tamblyn and a weird career move by Stella Stevens as a horny landlady, this low-budget stinker would have NO redeeming qualities what-so-ever.

The biggest laugh comes from the title "The Birth". Like anyone would ever bother making a sequel to these "Little Devils"?! Gee..wiz...

I loved this movie i thought it was great. As you might know if you read my comment on demonic toys, i really like low budget horror movies that have virtually no plot and is all about the gore. The devils are great they run around with flamethrowers laughing there demon heads off as they mercilessly burn their victims. The victims are a typical bunch of losers from the mad scientist to the sex maniac land-lady the latter by the way you will be glad when she gets it. I have to say though i found the devils to be cute & funny with their glowing red eyes and their mischievous laugh, this could just be my twisted sense of humour but still. Anyway i recommend this to other fans of low budget horrors you WILL enjoy it!

Russ Tamblyn, Stella Stevens, and the titular creatures make "LITTLE DEVILS: THE BIRTH" (1993, Pavlou) worth the time. I haven't seen it for a few years but I remember the second half being very entertaining; much like "FIEND WITHOUT A FACE" (1958, Crabtree) and "MOSQUITO" (1995, Jones) one might spend an hour wondering whether the film will take off only to have edge-of-the-seat entertainment for half an hour.

Unfairly neglected, George 'Rawhead Rex' Pavlou's animated 90s B-Horror has plentiful Full Moon/Charles Band vibes throughout, and cannily plays it strictly for laughs. This agreeably boisterous Canadian Creepshow stars statuesque, Stella Stevens, Marc 'The Gate' Price, Nancy Valen and, Russ Tamblyn who fearfully find themselves bloodily besieged by a heavily armed mob of dwarfish, death-dealing gargoyles, these rampaging, red-eyed rapscallions inexplicably hell bent on their destruction!

Little Devils is unabashedly silly, and certainly knows it, and, winningly, some of the humour is intentional! I kinda' dug on the sprightly slimy shenanigans, and more forgiving 'Puppet Master'/'Ghoulies' fans just might get a diminutive kick watching the murderous mayhem of these malefically mud-borne Little Devils!! Marc Price and Nancy Valen are genuinely likable homunculus hunting protagonists, and screen veterans, Stella Stevens appear to be having a blast with all the B-Movie buffoonery! While derivative, and undeniably hokey, Pavlou's gallopingly gloopy schlocker 'aint no dog!!! I'm ardently hoping for a slinky Blu-ray restoration with gratuitously extended landlady scenes!!!!