Sam Raimi is returning to horror movies for his next film which is described as “Misery meets Cast Away” and I’m fucking sprung
By gawd, one of the greats is returning to horror movies. That’s right, folks. Sam Raimi is hopping into the director’s chair, and returning to the genre where he made his name.
Evil Dead is getting itself a TV show, starring the Man Himself. Color me enthused. My love (or conversely, hate) for the idea of an Evil Dead TV series has always hinged on whether or not Bruce Campbell is involved. Now that Campbell is confirmed to be starring in the son of a bitch, I can throw my INCREDIBLE, INCREDIBLE, perhaps UNIMAGINABLY HUGE INTERNET PRESENCE behind this development.
Sam Raimi is writing an Evil Dead TV series? Starring Bruce Campbell? This motherfucker isn’t just out of right field. It crash landed into right field from Alpha Centauri.
Sam Raimi is entering the Evil Dead arena once more. Sure the good sir produced the forthcoming remake-reboot-resomething, but this is more legit. He shall begin working on a script this summer with his bro for the fourth movie. Cyeah! I know it has been forever and a fortnight since the last Evil Dead proper, yet that has not dashed my excitement for the project. I mean, it can’t be any worse than Peter Parker jazz dancing or some shit. Right?
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I have been going goddamn insane for David Cronenberg lately. Like waking up from some sort of stasis with a rapturous desire to catch-up on It All, I’ve been crushing his backlog. So this news comes at a point where just the idea has a bit of the ole loins-writhing kicking into action.
Through all of its events, OCTOBERFEAST has been a commemoration of not only pop culture’s most terrifying and vile aspects, but the genuine joy derived from them as well. Just as Young Frankenstein illustrates, the combination of horror and comedy creates a synergy only rivaled by peanut butter and chocolate. But as much as I love Mel Brooks’ monster-movie homage, it is essentially a comedy that happens to use horror characters. In truth, there exists a more even balance of horror/comedy/adventure.
Perhaps the best example of this cinematic joint-effort is Army of Darkness. Sam Raimi’s 1992 movie is the third (and best) part of the Evil Dead Trilogy. This concluding chapter picks up right where Evil Dead 2 left off — Ash, a man who has battled the possessed corpses of former friend on two occasions, has been transported to Medieval England. In order to return from the year 1300 CE, Ash has to retrieve the Necronomicon (the book of the dead featured in both predecessors). Of course, this means getting involved with warring bands of knights and battling the undead.
While this may sound like a decent flick in and of itself, the beauty of Army of Darkness is found in the protagonist Ash Williams. Unlike most heroes, Ash is kind of an asshole; he runs his mouth, tells people off, and is always trying to help himself out. Take, for example, his response to the once-possessed Sheila’s attempt to apologize for her former actions: “First you wanna kill me, now you wanna kiss me. Blow.” Such one-liners, delivered by the amazing Bruce Campbell, are nothing short of genius.
Shit. Forgive me if I’m backpedaling here, but I feel like I need to pause for clarification. Ash is great not only because he’s a charming douchebag, but because he pushes the limits of ridiculous. Just contemplate this — when first appearing in Army of Darkness, Ash has a chainsaw attached to his hand. Also, he is a big fan of his shotgun, to which he lovingly refers as a boomstick. Observe the following:
But Ash isn’t the only redeeming quality of the movie. Army of Darkness succeeds in its willingness not to take itself too seriously. Sure, there are monsters and dead bodies and all that creepy stuff. But everything in the movie is treated with a slapstick sensibility; as a result, the entertainment value is doubled, as every scary monster evokes waves of hearty laughter that is usually only heard during Three Stooges episodes. The cheesy, campy nature of Army of Darkness puts it a step above others, showcasing the fact that the movie is first and foremost intended to entertain.
I’m fairly certain that I haven’t done Army of Darkness justice. But if you believe in the power of OCTOBERFEAST, you can believe in this movie. I mean, seriously, there are lines like Yo, she-bitch! Let’s Go! & Hail to the king, baby.
Tonight is Halloween Eve — I plan on watching Army of Darkness. You should too.