In the field that it’s set for itself, it works flawlessly. Sam Raimi digs deep into his bag of horror movie tricks and he doesn’t give a damn about character, psychology, depth, or any panty-waist notion of 'logic.' He wants to scare the crap out of you. It’s a movie that is absolutely single-minded in pursuit of that goal. There’s not a detail that doesn’t support the director’s intent of making sure you have a ball. Raimi works in the conventions of the horror movie, and pushes them as far as they can go. (In short - that means 'bodily fluids.')
It’s a film that has been engineered as methodically as any ride at Universal Studios - a piece of mass entertainment, so lovingly crafted and technically brilliant that it touches art.
See it in a movie theatre if you can. There is a communal aspect to screaming your lungs out at something scary which DVD just can't touch.
3 comments:
David, dearest-
I think you're drastically oversimplifying things. It's a DEEPLY complex film.
Except for the anvil thing. I could swear I saw the word ACME on it.
Personally, I was horrified at what lengths that bank whore went to just to save her own pork-rind scented hide.
Here kitty, kitty... *indeed.*
Hugs,
Drusilla
P.S. I miss you, Can we set up a play date soon?
David-
I caught Drusilla at the computer AGAIN! She was hitting *Send* and the screen returned to your blog
I hate it when she uses my log-in information without my permission.
I hope she didn't say/send anything *too* catty.
-Wayne
Drusilla,
I still have welts on my calves from my little "accident" while Wayne was in Texas.
I'm ready for a "play date" with you again whenever you're ready.
Whenever you're ready, kitty.
David
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