In a stately mansion, a few well-bred young people are celebrating. The usual speeches follow in quick succession, the champagne corks pop and people politely wait their turn at the toilets. There is nothing wrong with that. Until some unexpected and inexplicable events occur. A young guest (of whom the partygoers are unaware that he committed suicide a few years ago) urges an idiot to kill him. And that will be the catalyst for an explosion of spectacular and bloody violence. The mansion becomes a trap. The doors close, the corridors become a labyrinth. One by one, the partygoers disappear without tracks. Those who remain are sentenced to wander in endless corridors guarded by sculpted monsters. The members of the “club” have fallen into a devilish trap. Their most terrible nightmares are coming true. The suspicion creeps up on them that this diabolical symphony has been orchestrated by one of the members of the club, someone who can manipulate the course of time, who can change destiny. Someone who must have very good relations … with Hell.
The Club is Brenton Spencer’s debut. The film revolves around the old but not worn-out theme of a group in the grip of a collective nightmare. A nightmare that leads to mass hysteria, and opens the doors to an invisible, dark Lovecraftian world. Encouraged by the enthusiasm of a few young actors, who cheerfully die in Technicolor on the big screen, this is a Canadian horror product that makes its mark..