As Jack spoke, the temperature in the studio plummeted. A thin mist of frost began to form on the glass of the water pitchers. In the back of the studio, a heavy spotlight flickered and burst, showering the audience in glass. No one screamed; it was as if the entire room had forgotten how to breathe.

Late Night with the Devil is an indie film from IFC Films / Shudder. If you like it, consider renting or buying from Apple TV, Amazon, or Shudder to support the creators.

Windows Media Player, outdated “codec packs” from shady sites.

Known for his character work in major franchises, Dastmalchian brings a tragic, desperate humanity to Jack Delroy, making his descent all the more impactful.

“We know you’re alone. We know your name. We’ve been waiting since you clicked.”

Mark leaned back, popcorn in hand. The production value was perfect—the fake cigarette smoke, the analog tape wobble, the way the studio audience’s applause sounded just slightly too loud. But something felt off. The video file properties said it was 720p, yet every few frames, a single pixel in the top-left corner flickered deep red. Not a glitch. Intentional.

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As Jack spoke, the temperature in the studio plummeted. A thin mist of frost began to form on the glass of the water pitchers. In the back of the studio, a heavy spotlight flickered and burst, showering the audience in glass. No one screamed; it was as if the entire room had forgotten how to breathe.

Late Night with the Devil is an indie film from IFC Films / Shudder. If you like it, consider renting or buying from Apple TV, Amazon, or Shudder to support the creators. latenightwiththedevil2023720pwebhdmkv upd

Windows Media Player, outdated “codec packs” from shady sites. As Jack spoke, the temperature in the studio plummeted

Known for his character work in major franchises, Dastmalchian brings a tragic, desperate humanity to Jack Delroy, making his descent all the more impactful. No one screamed; it was as if the

“We know you’re alone. We know your name. We’ve been waiting since you clicked.”

Mark leaned back, popcorn in hand. The production value was perfect—the fake cigarette smoke, the analog tape wobble, the way the studio audience’s applause sounded just slightly too loud. But something felt off. The video file properties said it was 720p, yet every few frames, a single pixel in the top-left corner flickered deep red. Not a glitch. Intentional.