Sam Raimi deserves to be strapped into a chair, alone, in a dark room and forced to watch his own films over and over and over again until his eyes bleed.
That is the conclusion I reached after watching Drag Me to Hell.
First Mr. Raimi ravaged a favorite childhood franchise of mine in the form of Spider-Man 3. Not only did he turn the Venom saga into a dance number studded emo flick but also completely emasculated Eddie Brock’s character. It made me want to track him down and beat him senseless with my comic book collection.
Now though he’s turned his campy theatrics to the horror genre. Thus, what should have been a terrifying mix of The Exorcist and The Ring was in fact a off-beat mix of confusion and ridiculous. I think I stopped paying attention in between an old gypsy woman pulling a concrete block out of her anus and smashing a car window with it and blood inexplicably shooting out of the main character’s nose like a water gun.
The one good scene near the end featuring a seance, a goat and a floating possessed man was practically ruined when the next 20 minutes of the movie are focused on little miss cursed sitting a diner alone pondering whether to shove her fate onto some unsuspecting chump.
Basically if you do by some cruel twist of fate come into possession of this movie do yourself a favor and use it as coaster. You’ll save two hours of your life and actually get some use out of it!
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