Movie Review: Studio 666

Honestly, the best part of Studio 666 is the fact that it was able to actually get made. As much name recognition and cache as the Foo Fighters still possess nearly 30 years into their run as a band, getting a studio to finance and theatrically release a schlocky supernatural horror comedy where they star as themselves in a story that centers around them moving into a haunted Los Angeles mansion to record their new album isn't an easy ask. The brass at indie-adjacent distributor Open Road Films ended being the generous individuals that were on board with putting out an homage to the Foos love of heavy metal music, old rock n'roll B-movies like Kiss Meets the Phantom of the Park and being goofballs into the world and I'm thankful they did because who the hell knows if or when we'll see anything like this on a big screen again.

Could Studio 666 afford a tighter script/edit that cut down on the buildup to the final act splatter-meets-slasher frenzy and got rid of the lame 2nd ending that follows the much more coherent, organic feeling conclusion that preceded it? 100%, but the band's enthusiasm for the project and litany of vintage grindhouse-inspired death scenes are too strong to get overly down about its rough spots. This was drawn up to be nothing more than a low budget goof of a movie in which the band makes some dumb jokes (often at their own expense), composes/performs some new songs that mark a pretty big stylistic departure from what they typically make and eventually gets brutally murdered by some bloodthirsty demons. Since Studio 666 features all of those things and manages to be pretty fun in the process, it's safe to say that the mission was accomplished. 

Grade: B-