Jaws made you scared of sharks and Ringu made you fear the phone, The Void is here to forever stoke your paranoia about … triangles. No, not the musical instruments: the actual three-sided shapes, as manifested either on the face coverings of hooded cultists or spray-painted on a random door to Hell.
Making a virtue of its sparse cast, The Void offers us an eerily empty hospital, minimally staffed in preparation for its relocation to a newer building. On this night, it's also surrounded by those cultists, and periodically burps forth giant misshapen creatures and possible demigods -- all with malevolent intentions -- from hidden corridors and dimensions. The H.P. Lovecraft and Clive Barker shades are strong with this one.