The Bleat on why a deal with the devil is a dumb idea:

Why? For earthly advancement? Wouldn’t college be easier? You can default on your loans, after all, without being clawed apart by the Six-Winged Bloodfeasters of Aabolath. And even if you did have power, you’d have to hide it. You couldn’t fly, or kill people by snapping your fingers, or make worms flow from the ground and smother your foe. You’d have to sit there smiling like any normal person, thinking: if only you knew I had talons on loan from Satan, my friend. It’s the spiritual equivalent of wearing women’s underwear, I guess. If only they knew! And it makes me feel so naughty.

I’ve never understood making a deal with the devil. He’s not known for his trustworthiness. And even if he keeps his word, you get 60 years of fun here and then an eternity bobbing in a pit of boiling urine. And what did these mortal minions actually get for their bargain? Power! They got to be - doctors! Lawyers! It must have been a hard time during the office Christmas party, looking around at all the people who hadn’t sold their soul for a partnership in the zoning law division. They didn’t have to go to hell. They didn’t have to worry about finding a fresh baby every fourth Friday night. Lucky bastards.

Also covered: the other aspects of bad horror flicks, such as the effect of good vs. bad cool, bogus child-abuse charges, and other intersting stuff. Really. Check it out.