I saw a cool-looking cover with "666" and "supernatural powers" on it so I expected darkness and cool demons but it was definitely not that.After 10 to 15 minutes I realized I was mistaken. The awkward length of semi-naked man scenes revealed to me that this is some kind of b-grade homoerotic soft porn garbage with terrible acting and poor sound quality.10/10 NOPES!

666: KREEPY KERRY is another slice of softcore nonsense from B-movie director David DeCoteau. A real film it isn't. The story sees a bunch of the usual young and buff characters being assailed by a telepath which causes them to have psychic orgasms. The whole film is an odyssey of rubbing, caressing and self-gratification, with negligible plotting and terrible acting everywhere you look. It's good if you like tight white underwear, junk if you don't.

I have to confess that I have not expended a great deal of time or effort in attempting to come to terms with the intricacies and subtleties of this movie's deftly nuanced plot. But, so far as I can gather, this is the essence of it.Kerry (Conner Sorensen) has recently joined Bradbury Academy, an educational institution based in very up-market residential premises and populated by exceptionally handsome young men. But, with the exception of George (Chase Clarke) - who seems to have the hots for young Kerry - the other male residents (Whitman, played by Torran Kitts; Richard, played by Justin Michael Johnson; Chuck, played by Kyle Dondlinger; and Ted, played by Kirk Krause) make it their business to pick on Kerry and bully him, at least when they are not working out or taking very prolonged showers.Little do they know that Kerry is possessed of supernatural powers, which he employs to exact retribution. Basically, he has the ability to give another person a telepathic orgasm, merely by thinking about him (or her) while he masturbates. So Kerry slowly works his way through all the other members of the household, causing them to blow their loads one by one. Whether or not this makes them think twice about bullying Kerry again is an issue which the movie does not explore in any depth.What it requires, however, is for Conner Sorensen to spend a large portion of the film on his bed, in "tighty whities", assiduously playing with himself. It also requires the other members of the cast to experience orgasms when they least expect it, but generally when they are already in a state of partial or total undress.Only a cynic would suggest that this sophisticated story-line exists simply as a pretext for getting six hot male actors to disport themselves in front of the camera while semi-naked and writhing in orgasmic ecstasy. But if anyone can come up with a more plausible explanation, I should be interested to hear it.

Okay. Let me start this review by saying I love low budget horror movies that are so bad to the point they're hilarious and fun to watch. This low budget horror movie however wasn't even funny and if I'm honest even the word bad doesn't begin to describe it. Now let me explain a bit about the plot. There isn't one. The end.I have just wasted 75 minutes of my life on this garbage, 75 minutes I will never get back. The entire movie consisted of the director perving on young guys. Seriously at times I was questioning whether I accidentally put on some gay porn instead of a horror movie. WHO GREENLIGHTED THIS?!?!?! I'm sure there are a ton of great horror films that could have been greenlighted instead of this junk. Overall, save yourself the torture, go watch videos on YouPorn for 75 minutes instead. They're guaranteed to have more of a plot and be more entertaining than this. 0 of 10