

In the book, Kevin figures out pretty early on that there are some supernatural shenanigans afoot with Milton and, with the help of two book-exclusive characters, comes up with a test (ARE YOU SATAN?: pink line for yes, blue line for no) that ends up killing him. The movie ends with everything hunky-dory for Keanu Reeves, except that Satan’s going to keep trying to seduce him, because he’s Keanu and who doesn’t like Keanu?Īndrew Neiderman’s book doesn’t have the raw, savage WTF-ery of Al Pacino’s scene-chewing, but it does make a lot more sense. to a flashback to the beginning of the movie, revealing that-whaddayaknow-Kevin’s seduction to the dark side was actually a dream. The film version of The Devil’s Advocate goes for a punk-out ending, segueing from an epic fifteen minutes of “John Milton” (aka Satan), played by Al Pacino, going absolutely ham on main character Kevin (Keanu Reeves). A serviceable plan for the put-upon movie matriarch, except a neighbor finds an unconscious Rhoda soon enough for her life to be saved, leaving her free to kill again with no one the wiser. Christine gives her daughter an overdose of sleeping pills and then commits suicide, destroying all the evidence of Rhonda’s homicidal tendencies beforehand so no one need know of her family’s shame. The original book, written by William March, ended in a much more downbeat and morally complex way. Good on ya, God, for the last-minute play, I guess. with Rhoda getting struck and killed by a lightning bolt. “Best,” that is, right up until the last scene, when the brewing conflict between angelic, smart, multiple murderess pre-teen Rhoda and her increasingly suspicious mother Christine (Nancy Kelly) comes to a head…. In the character of eight-year-old Rhonda Penmark (Patty McCormack), 1956’s The Bad Seed gave us one of the earliest-and best-entries in the Killer Kid sub-genre.


(OK, for “it’s a little less dark, but I understand the reasoning” or “ what in the hell did you do?”) Here are ten horror movies that took their source material’s ending and threw it out with the bathwater, for better or worse. Hollywood’s gonna Hollywood-and sometimes that means looking at the gruesome, pervy, or just plain depressing ending of a to-be-adapted horror novel and asking the $64,000 question: “What if we made this happy?” Or, if not happy, at least more palatable to a general audience, even if that general audience has paid to see a horror movie.
