Dainty, dopey and pokey, “223 Wick” is a silly Satanic thriller about a troubled priest and a demonically-associated address.
As short as it is, it’s still an hour of life you don’t want to waste.
Father Jonathan (Alexi Stavrou) is a teacher at St. Vincent Seminary, and a man haunted by voices and dreams. He has “theories.” He’s doing “research.” Not that we see much of that.
Being “troubled,” his dean (Jack Dimich) ships him off to another parish. But on the way, the good father blurts out an address, and his rideshare drops him at 223 Wick, a building the priest has seen in his dreams.
As the guy who opens the door (Greg Pierot) looks a lot like Frank Zappa, Harry Connick-look-alike Father Jon can’t say he wasn’t warned. The owner (Dawn Lafferty) welcomes him, relates the story of her grandfather and how his “secret society” used to meet here, another clue the Good Father ignores.
He starts sprinkling Holy Water around and digs into the demonic goings on at…duh-duh-DUMMMMmmmm, “223 Wick.”
The effects are a disembodied demonic voice, an eye painting that keeps opening and closing and this milky explosion in water visual, with a little dining on human flesh and maskwork eating up the makeup budget.
No frights, tepid acting, a “script” barely worthy of the label, all hallmarks of a very short movie that starts slowly and slows down as it goes.
Rating: unrated, some gruesome horror imagery, profanity
Cast: Alexi Stavrou, Dawn Lafferty, Jack Dimich, Sergio Myers II, Eric Vaughn and Greg Pierot
Credits: Directed by Sergio Myers, scripted by Jess Byard and Melanie Clark-Penella. A Gravitas Ventures release.
Running time: 1:12