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Please don't spend money on this.

Let me be very fair here, this is not the best movie in my opinion. But, this movie is fun, it has purpose and is very enjoyable to watch.

It is neither dumb nor smart enough to be fun, and spends way too much time with its boring human characters.

"Black Devil Doll From Hell" is now easily available in a two-fer package of the films by Chester N. Turner. Once an urban legend seen by few but talked about by many, BDDFH has returned to horrify everyone with witless incompetence in absolutely every way possible. This is genius work, only realized once seen.Turner dared to go where no one had gone before, except that the "possessed doll" genre had been around a long time before he got his hands on somebody's camcorder and a Casio keyboard. One thinks of the "Talky Tina" sequence from an ancient Twilight Zone episode, or the truly unsettling "Devil Doll" starring Hugo the Dummy way back in 1964. BDDFH however, goes the extra mile throwing puppet-on-human sex into the mix. You don't need to see this, but actually, you do.Helen Black (a bravura performance by Shirley L. Jones) is a prim and proper church lady who is saving herself for marriage. Her home is chockablock with religious artifacts and numerous Bibles within easy reach. She encounters a sinister shopkeeper in a thrift store who sells her a black ventriloquist dummy complete with cornrows and 50 pounds of beads on the ends of the braids. This doll has the power to grant anyone their heart's desire and then go back to the store after wreaking havoc on the current buyer. Helen, entranced, buys the puppet and takes it home. Helen, for some bizarre reason, places the puppet on the toilet. The puppet immediately spies on Helen taking a shower. Bad things begin to happen. Evidently, Helen is a sex monster under all that church veneer. The doll gives her what she wants: a serious booty call. Unpleasant but hilarious sex ensues. Helen, now given her heart's desire, goes on the prowl for real meat. Unfortunately, she's been ruined by the sweet moves and dirty talk of the puppet so real penises don't hit the spot. Unfortunately for the new improved hot pants Helen, the puppet has returned to the store. So Helen returns to the store , buys the puppet back and begs it for some lovin'. It kills her instead. Ha! She knew what she was getting into, but too late for Helen to say "no". The bad puppet is then resold to another unsuspecting victim. You run away screaming that you lost seventy some minutes of your life watching this but still tell everyone at work the next day about it.Perhaps Chester N. Turner really was an unrecognized auteur, but alas, he has vanished. BDDFH is a masterpiece of annoyance and brilliance. I defy anyone to not laugh wildly while watching this, and then not feel badly for poor Helen. By the way, the box the dummy comes in must be possessed as well, since Helen brings it from the store twice and the last buyer has it as well. Duct tape and all.

Do we really need a title sequence which lasts for six minutes, forty-nine seconds? Do we really need a bone-gratingly bad metal song played over the aforementioned six minutes, forty-nine seconds-long title sequence? Do we really need to hear a five-minutes-long telephone conversation, while the camera aimlessly roams about the girl's apartment, drifting slowly in and out of focus, as if the cameraman forgot what the hell he was supposed to be filming and why? Do we really need such obnoxious, over-poweringly LOUD noises, buzzes, and hissing on the soundtrack? Buzzing noises which can make dogs start baying two blocks away? And must those ear-shattering noises accompany such ugly female nudity? Do we really need to see this woman repeatedly getting boned by the doll that she bears an uncanny resemblance to? What was the purpose of the still-photographs used during the attack scenes? Was it to conceal the crappy effects? And if the doll keeps returning to the same Thrift Store by itself, why the hell doesn't the Thrift store worker just get rid of the bloody haunted thing? None of these questions, and less, may ever be answered, even by the few people who have the tolerance to endure this putrid example of shot-on-video horror. Not that it matters, but this is basically a one-person story, about the title object terrorising a pug fugly woman in her house. Well, actually it was probably filmed in Chester Novell Turner's house, on Chester Novell Turner's camcorder, written by Chester Novell Turner, directed by Chester Novell Turner, produced by Chester Novell Turner, edited by Chester Novell Turner, scored by Chester Novell Turner, with sound effects by Chester Novell Turner, featuring friends of Chester Novell Turner, and probably distributed by Chester Novell Turner, who handed copies of this to random passersby on the street, and leaving copies of it in local video stores, and perhaps anonymously mailing copies to people he didn't like. It is kind of admirable, really, that this goofball had the commitment to actually see something like this through, and that he could actually persuade his friends to be in, and work on, a film like this, and see it through fruition. But really, it is an awful monstrosity of a so-bad-it's-good movie. Chester Novell Turner's friend David Ichikawa provides what is quite possibly the worst song in the history of recorded music, until that little toilet-bug Damon Fox came along nine years later with "his" Traces of Death. The Simpsons tackled this same basic premise far more effectively (and funnier) eight years later, in the 'Klown Without Pity' segment of Treehouse Of Horrors III. Watch that instead.

My fiancée and I like to watch bad movies. It's an addiction, you see. We watch bad films, searching for the worst of the worst just so we can inflict them on unsuspecting friends. To heck with the Geneva convention.Thanks to our hunt for the perfect bad film, my eyes have been forced to undergo trauma akin to that inflicted upon the victims of Nazi death camps. I have seen Tattoo from Fantasy Island have sex with an older redhead on a dinner table. I have seen Jesus Christ fight vampire lesbians in Canada. I have memorized a long tirade against the evils of grapes. I have seen a man walk through a ballroom full of zombies with a running lawnmower held out from his chest. I have seen gay black aliens remove the scourge of womankind from the earth. I have seen a Leprechaun do things very unLeprechaunlike, if boxes of Lucky Charms are to be believed. NOTHING on EARTH is worse than Black Devil Doll From Hell. NOTHING. The other posters aren't kidding - this film was shot on NO budget through a VHS Camcorder. If the "director" decided to buy his cast a six-pack of beer, this could be considered the first movie with a NEGATIVE budget. The horror comes from watching it. No joke - it's so foully painful that I can't imagine ANYONE watching this movie without rubbing their heads to relieve the overwhelming urge to turn off their television and smash it into pieces with a hammer. Here's your first spoiler: A devout Christian woman buys a Rick James doll from a store, takes it home and is raped by it. It then disappears while she has sex with two more men. She finds it at the store again, and re-purchases it. It kills her.Second spoiler: THERE IS NO SECOND SPOILER.I'm going to go take a few thousand showers now to wash away the filth covering my body, having freshly watched this abomination.

I agree with the poster who said it has to be seen to be believed.I saw this movie in the mid '80s; I rented it from a video store that I worked at, and this was one of a thousand titles my company had just purchased. Because I'm somewhat a horror fan, one look at the box told me I HAD to rent it.This movie is not bad-bad, it's BAD bad-bad! I sat through the majority of the movie with my mouth agape, amazed at how one movie could fit so much crappy acting, poor camera technique, and just plain tackiness into it.If you're a fan of 'le bad cinema', or if you just feel like laughing through a TRULY awful film, put this one at the top of your list.And by the by, had IMDb.com provided a "zero" rating option, I wudda taken it and thanked them for it.