It's not every day you get to see a satanic-revenge home-invasion martial-arts thriller, but should another come along that's as laughably cornball as "The Cain Complex," you'd best hide until it blows over.
This heavy-handed howler of biblical portions marks the feature filmmaking debut of Marcello Zamarripa. The film concerns a family man (also Zamarripa, along with his actual wife and kids) suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder brought upon by the justifiable killing of his drug addict brother.
Making good on a promise to haunt him from hell, masked demonic manifestations of his brother and his gang descend on the family home. Dad proceeds to defend home with a little full-frontal guidance from a naked guardian angel, whose constant pleas of "embrace me and learn how to defeat them" are ultimately heeded.
It all culminates in a protracted, bare-knuckled fight to the finish in the world's cleanest four-car garage.
Zamarripa, according to his website, is also an oil painter who specializes in Baroque chiaroscuro. He has given himself a thematically broad canvas from which to work, but this crass, cloven-hoofed "Home Alone" doesn't merit serious exhibition.
"The Cain Complex"
No MPAA rating.
Running time: 1 hour, 26 minutes.
Playing: Arena Cinema, Hollywood.