My Life Is Hell

In a drab, almost claustrophobic slice of contemporary city life, Leah Lemonnier drifts through a routine that feels more punitive than productive. Her days are punctuated by a demanding dentist, a cold‑hearted analyst, a neighbor whose perversities border on the absurd, and a mother whose selfish cravings dominate the household. The film paints these relationships in muted tones, so that even the most ordinary moments pulse with an undercurrent of unease, hinting that something far darker lies just beyond the surface of her mundane existence.

A chance utterance summons a strikingly handsome stranger who reveals himself as the demon Abargadon. He offers Leah a bargain that seems as simple as it is terrifying: his service for the remainder of her life in exchange for her soul. The pact instantly drags her into a hidden celestial ledger, marking her as a target on Heaven’s agenda. The tone shifts here, blending sly, seductive allure with a foreboding mythic weight, as the ordinary world suddenly feels like a stage for timeless power struggles.

Enter the Archangel Gabriel, whose solemn intervention turns the contract into a battlefield of wills. Rather than crushing Leah beneath divine wrath, Gabriel proposes a precarious compromise that leaves the demon bounded and the human caught between two realms. It is in this uneasy truce that Leah’s self‑consciousness begins to crack, revealing an unexpected, almost magnetic fascination with the very being she was meant to reject. Her desire to reach the humanity hidden within the demon becomes the film’s central tension, posing a bold question: can love—or at least a desperate longing for redemption—alter the fate of a soul already bound to darkness?

The atmosphere remains a dark fable, steeped in moral ambiguity and a lingering sense of both dread and dry humor. By juxtaposing Leah’s bleak daily grind with the lofty, otherworldly conflict overhead, the story invites viewers to wonder how far a lonely heart will go when the line between redemption and temptation blurs into a single, smoky breath.

Last Updated: November 29, 2025 at 04:44