Evil Dead, Splatstick Horror

Evil Dead

Splatstick. That term is almost as funny as Evil Dead itself. The remake, mind you, done by Sam Raimi. I swear, this guy’s got the most morbid sense of humor I’ve ever encountered. And that’s actually pretty nice, you know. Most horror movies try to be genuinely scary and thus wind up taking themselves a little too seriously, but Evil Dead is a drastic turn in a different direction. Well, sort of. It’s a gross-out jump-startle fest that’s meant to be taken with a grain of salt.

Five estranged friends come together to help the sister of the almost main character break her addiction to… to whatever drug it is she’s using. Likely heroine. They vow to keep her there even after she begins withdrawals, because last time they let her go during her healing process, she OD’d  so badly her heart stopped. I’ll list off the characters for your convenience.

  • Mia: Main protagonist. Heroine junkie going cold turkey.
  • David: Mia’s brother. Good intentions, but a little dumb.
  • Eric: Sexy-ass hippie teacher with aviator-looking glasses.
  • Olivia: Voice of reason nurse. Doesn’t last too long.
  • Natalie: David’s girlfriend. Virtually no relevance/purpose.
  • Grandpa the Dog: Is a dog. Doesn’t survive.

Evil DeadMia complains of a foul stench, which causes everyone to blame her withdrawal. Then Grandpa uncovers the secret basement where the prologue exorcism took place. Dead cats are hung from the ceiling, and Eric discovers the Evil Book. And reads from it after taking graphite rubs from some of the pages. Utter. Stupid.

Oh, right, that reminds me. They kept the tree scene, but it’s a little different. It isn’t graphic by any means, but it’s rather… intense. Yeah. Anyhoo, once Mia gets tree’d, she gets possessed and shit starts going down. From this point on, you have to start worrying about jump scares and visual gross-outs. Worse than the vine thing. Much worse.

There are several things about this Evil Dead remake that I really, really like. The first is Jane Levy’s performance. She plays Mia, by the way. And, er, Randal Wilson plays the “Abomination Mia,” but as a singular character, she earns all my love. The expression she makes when telling her brother about the evil presence… Hoo. Gives me the heebie-jeebies just thinking about it.

The second thing I like is that CGI was only used when absolutely necessary. Everything else was done with makeup effects or props. There are a number of CGI scenes, but they never go over-the-top. I mean, over the top with the CGI, not with the violence. All the violence is over the top. Point being, every goddamned scene that wants to make you cringe will make you cringe. See it in theatre.
Evil DeadThe third and final thing I absolutely love is the demon summoned from the souls taken in the cabin. It doesn’t get a lot of screentime, but it’s too many kinds of badass. I can’t stress that enough. Can’t say any more, though; spoiler-heavy talk is a no-no.

I recommend this movie to anyone who wants to say “Eww! Why?!” while laughing their rumps off. It’ll scare you while giving you the giggles. That’s something to be proud of. Evil Dead! Nice one, Raimi.

Julianna Ross of PolicyMic, your review is spectacular. It’s great! Really. I didn’t even notice the lack of god-awful horror movie cliches. The blonde never even gets half-naked, no sex scene, no obligatory sex scene, no legitimate nudity (you’ll notice the final demon has no nipples, just breast-like structures), and the crowning moment of badass is actually pretty damned badass! Sam Raimi, four thumbs up. Full credit. Encore. Er, but the uh, tree scene… Right, well, anyhoo, you should probably rea

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