The busiest man on the set of Evil Dead had to be the “blood wrangler.” Second busiest? “Prosthetic limb coordinator.” Third busiest? “Impaling consultant.”
I think you get the idea.
Like the 1981 cult film it’s based on, Evil Dead is an absolute gore-fest. If you don’t like to see human flesh sliced, dangling, stabbed, lopped off, and nail-gunned—this is probably not the film for you.
To be honest, it was kind of unnecessary to do a remake of Evil Dead to begin with (even more unnecessary than the average remake, that is), because the original Sam Raimi film was so influential, half the horror films out there already feel like Evil Dead remakes.
Comely young people in a secluded cabin? Check.
Basement with disconcertingly rickety stairs? Check.
Creepy ancient book that NEVER SHOULD HAVE BEEN OPENED! Check.
Evil spirit opening up a can of whoop-ass? Check.
Dog gets it first? Sniff.
That being said, this remake is nimble enough. There’s a neat twist to their seclusion in the woods: The friends—including the fabulously-named Shiloh Fernandez and The Go Getter’s Lou Taylor Pucci—have come together to help Kristen-Stewart-lookalike (just a coincidence, I’m suuure) Mia (Jane Levy) detox from drugs. Of course, strung out addicts tend to act a little nutty, right? That’s just the craving talking, not the demon trapped inside her!!!
One by one, these kids get possessed—yes, the notorious raped-by-a-demonic-tree-in-the-woods scene is still there. (gotta preserve the art, man)—and then they die in increasingly revolting ways.
There are a few laughs (but not enough), lots of screams, an unusually high percentage of scenes that necessitate watching through slotted hands—and everyone goes home happy. Well, not the kids in the cabin. Most of them don’t go home at all.