David: Shiloh Fernandez
Eric: Lou Taylor Pucci
Olivia: Jessica Lucas
Natalie: Elizabeth Blackmore
TriStar Pictures presents a
film directed by Fede Alvarez. Written by Alvarez and Rodo Sayagues. Based on
the 1981 film “The Evil Dead” by Sam Raimi. Running time: 91 min. Rated R (for
strong bloody violence and gore, some sexual content and language).
If there’s one thing for
sure that the latest version of “Evil Dead” has to say, it’s that detox is a
bitch. In this movie, which appears to be more of a sequel/reboot than a remake,
the soon-to-be-dead teenagers have a more serious reason for visiting that sad
looking cabin in the woods than the people in Sam Raimi’s 1981 original ultra
low budget “The Evil Dead”. Mia is a drug addict trying to kick her habit, so
her brother and three friends take her into the woods for a much needed cold
turkey detox. The result is a much more serious approach to material which once
distinguished itself by not taking itself so seriously.
This new “Evil Dead” movie
is made in the tradition of many of today’s remakes/reboots. There are films
that meant a great deal to audiences and filmmakers, and Hollywood feels a need
to revisit these films with updated versions because its easy to find
filmmakers willing to re-envision their influences, the original filmmakers
stand to gain financially for work they performed years ago without much
financial gain, and most importantly, the audiences are already built in to the
material, so a certain amount of ticket sales are guaranteed and less money
needs to be spent in advertizing. With the horror genre in particular,
budgetary costs are usually less. With the micro budgets that many horror cult
classics were made on, many will consider the better modern production values an
improvement on the material alone. So it all comes down to money. Such
reasoning rarely makes for good filmmaking, however.
“Evil Dead” is skillfully
made, but lacks something from its original treatment. What has happened is
that the material has been homogenized to look and feel like just about any
Dead Teenager movie made in today’s modern market. It returns audiences to the
same locations and set pieces of the original film, but not the same mindset.
When we meet Mia, she’s even sitting on a rusted out 1973 Oldsmobile Delta 88,
the exact car from the original sitting behind the exact same tiny cabin in the
woods. However, these kids aren’t here to party. Rather they’ve gathered to
leave those days behind them.
In an unnecessary prologue,
we learn that evil things have occurred in this cabin before the kids arrive.
This doesn’t really tell us anything we wouldn’t have known just from looking
at the sad shack of a place they’ve come to on their unfortunate mission to
clean up their friend. We learn that in the game these kids are about to
inadvertently enter evil is present and loved ones finds themselves having to
kill loved ones in order to end the evil. An ancient looking book is at the
heart of these events. We could’ve figured all this out as it unfolded, just as
we did in the original, but it’s the standard today that horror filmmakers
insist on a pre-story teaser of what’s to come.
The movie does what it does
well. Director Fede Alvarez knows how to create genuine shocks and seat
squirming gore. Once the film gets past its obligatory Dead Teenager introductory
passages of the five characters who each play specific roles and work with and
against each other in all the ways they’re supposed to, then it gets down to
the nitty gritty, as it were. Alvarez does a good job incorporating the “Evil
Dead” signatures into the more serious nature of this film. There is no
goofiness to the woods that come alive and attack Mia here. The braches that
grab and eventually rape her are quite frightening.
Alvarez’s cabin isn’t the
vast maze of rooms and basement that Raimi’s was. Instead, it feels more
claustrophobic. The set up of the detox requires the claustrophobic atmosphere.
Alvarez continues that feeling once things start going wrong. When a body
disappears it seems like more of an impossibility. When it reappears wielding a
knife, or a nail gun, or a shotgun, there doesn’t seem to be anywhere to
escape. And, when a blade slices the skin, it is slow and uncomfortable for the
audience. This is one of those films, often referred to as torture porn, where
you can’t look away even though you are vocalizing your discomfort with phrases
like, “Ooo, oh man! That hurts. Don’t…uhng!”
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