And in further addition, it is also an angry polemic against gentrification.
Despite this straightforward premise, the movie also wants to be a loving tribute to those individuals who paved the way for future generations through their tireless works of activism. Indeed, it’s hard to know what to make of Bingo Hell, a gooey horror film in which the Devil himself appears in the small California barrio of Oak Springs to give the people the riches they deserve. Luckily, director Gigi Saul Guerrero spells it out for the knuckle-draggers out there in the opening credits one only wishes the rest of the film possessed this level of clarity. The title Bingo Hell is a play on the phrase bingo hall, which anyone with a half a brain cell could figure out.
Bingo Hell is at least a horror film unlike last year’s Amazon/Blumhouse offerings, but is too full of questionable craftsmanship and hollow messaging to recommend.
