Marcus Nispel finally decides to direct a film that doesn't carry the name of a previously successful horror film. The smell of Night of the Demons '88 hit my nostrils as I watched this. After a booze-and-drugs party at a decaying church/hospital, a few remaining teens stay into the early hours and day to continue their excess of party drugs, weed, and liquor. What they weren't expecting is the conjuring of evil that seems to move from body to body after each human host it invades dies. Bodies must be really destroyed in order for the evil to pass onto the next host. Only one victim seems to survive the invasion and live only for the evil to move on to the next poor soul who isn't so fortunate: the kid brother of the teenager who is a volunteer for a priest working to help "wayward/troubled" youths. Soon the priest is called to help the possessed boy (who just wanted to hang around with his brother and be treated like one of the party-hearty gang), but when he's plowed into by a member of the scared pack, it might be left up to the others to try and exorcise the evil...they aren't capable, though, and soon the evil does its body- swapping invading. The location, with its furnishings, windows, rooms, floors, walls, doors, and furniture all raptured by the parasite of age, is a keeper, even if the story and characters aren't worthy of it. Foul- mouthed dopeheads and drugged-out scabs that these kids are, when they are obliterated in time (when one member of the group is infested by the evil possession, the others must defend themselves using whatever means are necessary) I can't imagine many viewers will give a rat's ass about many of them. The non-member of the group, an outsider who decided to stay after some coaxing, might know more about what is happening that she is letting on. This concerns Devon, a kid left in a box by the priest (Stephen Lang in a throwaway performance) in the church/hospital now in ruins. How does Devon factor into things? That's the question that feeds the twist. Nispel doesn't offer much except the style he had developed and nurtured thanks to studio money thrown at him for Texas Chainsaw Massacre and Friday the 13th. Nothing much else except that garbage-strewn, rot- infected building offers the horror fan some delight. Maybe a bit of violence (half a face is sliced off, with the chopped half's eye peering outward!) does the trick, but the plot's demonic shenanigans are tired.