what the hell happened to rosemary?

I am still trying to figure out what significance Béla Bartók's Mikrokosmos had in Lamberto Bava's most famous film, Demons. The fake splatter gore and the host of heavy metal songs on the soundtrack are the attractions; the straightforward narrative sans political commentary of any kind is not. I wish they had chosen to retain the Italian instead of dubbing everything into English. The resultant psychobabel of a film is a murder by numbers effort; the victims are people invited to a special preview at a theatre called Metropol, whose walls are covered with posters of films like No Nukes, Four Flies on Grey Velvet (co-written and directed by Dario Argento who also co-wrote and produced this film), AC/DC: Let There Be Rock. I wonder if the Coca Cola vending machines and that can in the car represent product placement. The opening titles are underscored by a riff that sounds familiar; the theme sounds like Rockit served with a dash of Vangelis. But it's the heavy metal songs that dominate the proceedings once the screaming and killing begin. The finale is introduced by one of the greatest surprises I have seen in a long long time, but the twist over the end credits unfortunately reinforces a cliché. This is Romero stripped of allegory; if you don't mind the aphasic dialogue and like your gore served up funny, you will enjoy this.