The Portal is a B feature covered in cheese. Seemingly unashamedly so. It takes the good old devil in a small town premise and utilizes the kitchen sink approach to bring it to life. Or death, technically. So behold…a small island somewhere off the US Atlantic Northern coast where the separation between the good and evil is thin. For some reason it’s only every 300 years that the devil can take advantage of it and bring his troops through. For some reason the devil likes to play dress up while doing so. And in this incarnation he is, hilariously so, a Brooklyner named Joey Oates, gold chain and all. So Joey Oates comes to the island in a black speedboat, of course, and proceeds to collect his debts, the evil souls that are all around to incorporate them in his plans. Turn out quite a few islanders are in his debt, especially the local sheriff. So in the end it’s down to a washed up actress who came back home to recuperate after a cocaine haze of fame and a hardware store owner who came back home to take over the family business to stop Oates in his evil tracks. They’ll have some help, but basically they are the designated heroes here. Enter the kitchen sink approach, what would a story about the evil usually have? Manipulating deals…check, hastily thrown together backstory featuring Vikings…check, witches…throw them in too, make that five virgin witches. Sacrifices…sure, that too. But also, some safe outs, just so our heroes can actually save the day. And so it goes, a very silly story, if you pause to think about it, so try not to pause in reading it. Just kind of go with it. It’s very reminiscent of the old school horror, something maybe from the 80s or 90s, from a lesser publisher, a paperback with a lurid cover. And yet, the writing is surprisingly decent, at least the character writing, which really goes a long way in enhancing the overall enjoyment of the novel. It’s still a long way from what one might call a literary horror and the devil goes by Joey and all that, but it doesn’t take itself too seriously either and neither should you. It’s silly, cheesy and offers plenty of guts and gore and genre prerequisites for the fans and it’s kinda sorta fun in a very undemanding way. So there you go. I’m the first to review this book and I really did try to be generous and objective. Thanks Netgalley.