In the long tradition of b-movies made in Australia, Irrefutably boring starts off with some humorous dialogue: "that's not fear, that's how I look every morning. it's called existential fatigue". I thought it was amusing. Quickly enough the protagonist opens an envelope filled with blood and a vhs tape... and off to sleepy land we go. Seriously, this is tired, boring stuff. demons, gratuitous gore, Satanists. Ok, I guess that would be ok if this were somewhat scary, but the this is about as taut a thriller as the Maury Povich show.

B-Movies are like independent movies minus entertainment. They're like all the things that make Hollywood crap, crap, minus the budget that makes them watchable. Save your hour and a half and do something around the house, or sleep, or something.