"Oh my God Russo! You're sick! Why are you enjoying this? Oh God, ewwww!", a friend of Russovoir wails, audibly overlapping the ominous sound, seconds before someone is out of limb again (figuratively and literally). It's true, Evil Dead is the most terrifying film you will ever experience. Russovoir thought at first it's bollocks since what really can a remake do. The 1981 original, from the hellion who scared us in ever coming across a wrinkly spinster begging for a loan in Drag Me to Hell (2009), Sam Raimi permitted the remake; for a film that centers on gore and the wickedness of your worst manifestation of a demon, what better time than when eye-writhing films that came pouring in over the last decade. The time is now. The time is perfect because, quoting an accolade, the film was near perfect.
How exactly do you play a demon incarnate? Russovoir is fascinated by Jane Levy (above). Were there any camera tricks, or was it all her? Either way, Russovoir is possessed with the idea of being possessed. Had there been camera tricks involved, it must've not worked as perfectly without still Levy's satan-on-your-face performance.
We'd like also to commend Shiloh Fernandez, Lou Taylor Pucci (above), Jessica Lucas, and Elizabeth Blackmore, with whom the film was neither overshadowed nor compromised. They have enough talent to withdraw pain and suffering and horror where make-up and a green screen could've deadened them. Then it makes sense to us. Comparing it to the grainy, dusty, paste-like, and rustic gore of the 1981 Evil Dead, the remake is a patient long overdue. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, run faster!" and "Oh my God that looks so real, it's amazing!" came gushing out as effusive as each time there's going to be merciless torture on each one of the characters. Have faith to lose faith altogether because - imagine the next line in a satanic voice - The Poltergeist is coming. Chant it.
How exactly do you play a demon incarnate? Russovoir is fascinated by Jane Levy (above). Were there any camera tricks, or was it all her? Either way, Russovoir is possessed with the idea of being possessed. Had there been camera tricks involved, it must've not worked as perfectly without still Levy's satan-on-your-face performance.
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We'd like also to commend Shiloh Fernandez, Lou Taylor Pucci (above), Jessica Lucas, and Elizabeth Blackmore, with whom the film was neither overshadowed nor compromised. They have enough talent to withdraw pain and suffering and horror where make-up and a green screen could've deadened them. Then it makes sense to us. Comparing it to the grainy, dusty, paste-like, and rustic gore of the 1981 Evil Dead, the remake is a patient long overdue. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, run faster!" and "Oh my God that looks so real, it's amazing!" came gushing out as effusive as each time there's going to be merciless torture on each one of the characters. Have faith to lose faith altogether because - imagine the next line in a satanic voice - The Poltergeist is coming. Chant it.
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