Sheitan (“devil” in Arabic) is a 2006 French horror film. It was directed by Kim Chapiron, and written by Kim and Christian Chapiron. It stars and was co-produced by Vincent Cassel. His wife Monica Bellucci also makes a cameo appearance in the film.
It’s Christmas Eve in Paris and in the awful-looking Styxx Club, a group of young hedonists are drinking, sleazing and listening to the worst DJ you can possibly imagine. One of the group, Thaï (Nicolas Le Phat Tan) bumps into stunning vamp, Eve (played by actress/model Roxane Mesquida, also seen in Rubber) and quickly becomes enamoured. Meanwhile, one of his friends, Bart (Olivier Barthelemy), gets into some bottle-related scrapes; the other two members of the group, Yasmine (Leïla Bekhti) and Ladj (Ladj Ly) are marginally less annoying. With blood pouring from Bart’s head wound, they elect to accept Eve’s offer of an early night back at her place in the country (I assume that’s what she suggests).
On the long journey back (she’s stunning but really, all of them abandoning Christmas for her?!), they steal some gas and sweets from a petrol station and with Thaï asleep, Bart indulges in some mild foreplay with a willing Eve in the car. Come daylight, the gang are in the remote countryside and run into Eve’s housekeeper, Joseph (Vincent Cassel from Irreversible and Mesrine, sporting an enormous set of dentures). Joseph is an extremely jolly chap and joshes with his new pals, taking a particular shine to the hapless Bart, who he constantly mis-names, most humourously as ‘Bork’. Delighted to see Eve, he feeds her some milk, direct from one of his goats. When I say he’s delighted, due to his teeth, he looks permanently ecstatic.
Joseph introduces Bart to his niece, Jeanne (Julie-Marie Parmentier), though the idea is less ‘how do you do?’ more ‘would you like to do?’. To add to the odd introductions, the farm seems to be populated with inbred yokels. To break the ice, Joseph invites the group down to the local hot spring.
Though the chaps are still very much after Eve, Jeanne tries to show her appreciation for Bart by masturbating his dog; Bart is appalled, the dog’s opinion isn’t recorded. The boisterousness advances to water-based jousting, the arrival of the locals leading the some of Bart’s hair being stripped from his head. It’s around now the film goes rather strange (assuming you thought everything up until now was par for the course).
Back at the house, as night falls, conversation, naturally, turns to sex, Satan and the small matter of a very odd room in the house full of creepy-looking dolls. It becomes apparent the whole family is nuts, although with libidos unsatiated, Eve is still the centre of attraction. After a bit of sexy dancing, a rather unlikely threesome takes place but is interrupted by a scream elsewhere in the house. Don’t you just hate it when that happens?
Aside from the seriously weird family, it transpires Joseph is taking bodyparts to build a proto-doll which will, at midnight, turn into something demonic. The only remaining parts are two eyes, the donor, sadly not informed in advance of his requirements. The startling imagery and hallucinatory sequences lead to a dizzying climax that continues even as the credits roll.
The film is a showcase for the never disappointing Cassel, who clearly revels in the role of the chest-thumping mentalist. Though dislikeable as characters, the rest of the cast perform their roles well enough to inspire deep loathing, Mesquida certainly believable as the film-long lust attraction. The set-up is a lengthy one, perhaps unnecessarily so, considering the overly speedy denouement which though disturbing, lacks cohesion and throws a dream sequence in for the sake of it, ruining the flow of the film.
It’s perfectly reasonable to mention the film in the same breath as the likes of Frontière(s) and Haute Tension but it lacks the unremitting punch of either. Nihilistic, rude, sexy and concerning, if it lacks one surprising element, it’s gore, the foreboding figure of Cassel being the threat without any need to clarify what he could do to you. An acquired taste but well worth a watch, if only to gaze in awe at the largest set of teeth since Spielberg’s fish.
Daz Lawrence
