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| This is not an image from Evil Dead, but rather a picture I found by typing "tropical beach" into Google Images. I do not recommend viewing any part of Evil Dead. Seriously. Stay home and do something you enjoy. Bake some cookies. Play with your cat. Go for a nice walk. Anything but watch this appalling shit-show of a movie. Fuck. |
I like horror movies. I do. But this one... I'd pass if I were you.
So five young people who look like models from a JC Penney catalog go to a cabin (in the woods!) and all of them die except one or two. I can't let you in on the exact number of survivors, not only because that would be a spoiler, but also because my boyfriend and I walked out after about an hour.
Anyway, as in Sam Raimi's original, a book bound in human flesh and written in blood summons an ancient evil. There are one or two half-assed attempts to suggest that our intrepid, generic young Barbie and Ken dolls have personalities and back-stories (one of them is even a stoner), but these are abandoned pretty quickly in favor of a descent into nonstop, joyless torture-porn.
