Sunday Night at the Movies: The Pyramid

Bad movies. Horror movies. Movies that feature beasts, boobs and blood. All of these have been a staple here in The Basement since day one. And while we've shifted formats of late, when it comes time to zone out over a few brews, a flick that encompasses all of the above is still a preferred way to spend a night on the sofa.

Previews for The Pyramid hinted at some B-movie goodness with beast, boobs -- albeit clothed ones -- and blood. And director Gregory Levasseur sure wasn't aiming for Shakespeare levels of greatness with a flick about a father-daughter team of archeologists who uncover a previously undiscovered pyramid beneath the sands of Egypt.

So does the end result live up to low expectations? Stick with with me!

The Pyramid is indeed a horror movie, and it's got beasts -- a bunch of angry cats and the god Anubis, boobs -- albeit clothed ones, and blood. And yeah, it's a bad movie. But not so bad that it can't be enjoyed as mind-numbing entertainment best suited for a zoned out night on the sofa with a few beers.

Funnily enough, The Pyramid starts out as a found-footage movie, then abandons the concept part way through. But we don't care for found footage much in The Basement, so that's OK. Most of the characters are annoying and their own worst enemy, which is fine too as that's pretty much true of people in real life. Suffice to say, I didn't really care who lived or who died. And yes, they do die.

Working against the movie is it's a studio film, so the gore is tame by Basement standards and the scares are of the jump variety. And there's no nudity, which is a shame as Ashley Hinshaw and Christa Nicola are lookers. Hinshaw in particular. In fact her character is pretty much the only one I connected with . . . and that could be because I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

The Pyramid demands nothing of you but your time. As long as you don't mind giving it, you won't feel completely ripped off.