Devil Times Five

It’s what one might expect if somebody poured the early 1970s into a blender and then threw the resulting mixture at a screen.

This is a mean film for a mean world, happy to introduce Chekhov's tank of piranha knowing that anticipation is a perfectly fine engine.

It's not especially well-constructed, but "Devil Times Five" isn't hard to digest, which is something of a cinematic miracle when considering the production era and the unsavory details of the story.

I mean, when's the last time you saw a horror victim get dispatched by way of piranha in the bathtub?