The trailer for new horror comedy 'Hell Baby' has dropped giving us a glimpse of exorcisms, bad language, and fearsome foetuses.
Hell Baby is about to implant itself within US cinemas with a comedy horror experience that follows the story of Vanessa , played by Leslie Bibb (Confessions of a Shopaholic, Iron Man 2) and her husband Jack, played by Rob Corddry (Hot Tub Time Machine, Blades of Glory) as they move into a dilapidated New Orleans house with dreams of fixing it up, but the expectant couple miss the warning signs of 'Maison de Sang' (House of Blood), and know little of the house's dark history. Soon Vanessa begins acting in a disturbing, almost possessed way, requiring the intervention of two Vatican exorcists to find out what's really growing inside the housewife's body.
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Hell Baby writer-directors Thomas Lennon and Robert Ben Garant are known for their work on Reno 911! and Night at the Museum and Hell Baby will be the pair's directorial debut together. The trailer promises a lewd, crude affair, with plenty of lampooning of classic paranormal horror clichés, such as scenes from the notorious The Exorcist. The film is low-budget and low-brow, with the trailer only giving a flavour of the boobs, f-bombs and over-the-top gore that is to come.
Vanessa and Jack are a loved up couple expecting their first child, with dreams of fixing up a dilapidated old house in New Orleans neighbourhood. Little do they know of the house's history and just why it hasn't been inhabited for so many years, but they are about to find it. A visit from their rather unconstructive new neighbour F'Resnel tells them that the building is nicknamed Maison de Sang - in English, House of Blood. Strange things begin to happen to the couple, with Vanessa displaying some extremely odd and disturbing behaviour leaving Jack with no choice but to call upon her psychiatrist and her sister Marjorie to help him find out what appears to be possessing her. Meanwhile, two exorcists from the Vatican are called to the house to do their own research into the demonic presence.
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Created by veterans of cable "Saturday Night Live" knock-offs "The State" and "Upright Citizens' Brigade," it's a loose jumble of too-obvious jabs at the genre through stock characters in grossly under-rehearsed vignettes that are absentmindedly filmed and edited together without rhythm and apparently at random.
You've got your dorky virgin (Michael Showalter) making an ass of himself for the unattainable girl (Marguerite Moreau). She prefers the inimical, self-styled stud in the jean jacket (the under-appreciated Paul Rudd in the movie's only truly funny performance). He, in turn, prefers the company of your ubiquitous pubescent sluts in tube tops.
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