I'm so disappointed to rate this film so low. I love a good Satanic apocalypse! The problem is, there was nothing scary, heart-pounding, or creepy about it whatsoever. In a nutshell, here's the scoop: A family moves to Nowheresville, USA including a 10-year-old boy who's scheduled to turn 11 on November 11, 2011. We know things will go awry when the kid makes the astounding revelation that the numbers in the address of their house total 11 - ooh, scary. So, gradually, the kid (albeit quiet from the get-go) starts acting weirder and weirder as the fateful date approaches, including knowing his mom's pregnant before she does.

There are a bunch of weirdos around town including a dingbat old lady who's continually looking for her cat (which has no relevance to the movie other than its powdery corpse later found under the boy's bed),and the realtor they purchased the house through who ends up being apart of a Satanic cult. How they knew the child demon seed was moving to town, I don't know, nor will you. I know what you're thinking - this might still be okay, right? Kinda like a modern-day The Omen. Sorry, no dice.

So, dingbat keeps trying to lure the kid to her place where she can kill him because she knows he's destined to be the son of Satan. So, the obvious question is, why does he need to come to your place to be killed? Drop a boulder on the kid...hello? Anyway, dingbat strikes out as do several others who try to spill the beans on the local Satanists and find an early demise for their troubles.

But don't worry, the Satanic posse has an inside mole...a nanny who looks like a witch's apprentice (just the type I like for my kids). I love the part when the dad discovers the nanny's manipulating the boy including teaching him about the apocalypse and scratching his body with this chicken claw thing...and what does he do? Why, go to work of course. Call the cops? Nah.

But he'll be sorry, cuz when he comes home, the boy's gone off the deep end and is suddenly looking to open a can of whoop-ass Satan-style. A bunch of people die in a sort of ho-hum fashion, including the kid and I practically fall asleep from the lack of scare, thrill or creep.

I'd like to see this movie remade with the boy just as a normal kid who the Satanic cult insists is the son of Satan. Then it's like a Taken meets Damien Omen -- THAT I could sink my teeth into. Geeze, I should write scripts...Oh wait, I already do.

I started watching this mess and soon found myself rolling my eyes. As a serious horror movie, 11/11/11 undoubtedly fails. The story about a boy being possessed is old hat. The script is amateurishly stupid. By the time of the second death scene I was about to hit the back button and end this madness of a so called movie. A funny thing happened. My wife started laughing. I asked if she was laughing because the movie was so bad. She said she was laughing because the movie was intentionally bad and she found the silliness clever and amusing,

As a camp movie, I think 11/11/11, works..., for awhile. Aurelia Scheppers steals the show as a twisted nanny. The problem is I don't think 11/11/11 is intended to be humorous. The last half an hour is played straight and returns to being a mundane tale about satan worship. The father is on screen the most and his performance is as flat as the sidewalk.

Despite it's obvious flaws, the pace of the movie is fast. There are enough laughs in the middle to make it watchable..., if you view it with tongue firmly in cheek.

Jack and Mellisa Vales soon suspect that the 'spooky' coincidences that occur at their new house could have to do with their son, who also might happen to be Satan. Or the person that founded the Asylum movie company, they're pretty indistinguishable from each other.

It's an Asylum film, so telling you that it's cheap, badly acted, or obscenely tedious would be an exercise in redundancy. To be perfectly blunt, I no longer really blame them for releasing an unending putrid stream of cinematic atrocities. They must make money from some gullible sap out there. Having instant Netflix,however, I don't waste my money, just my time (which is also a travesty in its own way)

My Grade: F+