Drag Me to Hell (*)

Gimme my $3.50 matinee ticket price back!!
What a terrible waste of an afternoon out of the house! At least we ate sushi.
When the ad campaign for Drag Me to Hell came out a few weeks ago, I was cautiously optimistic. Over the years, Engineerboy has educated me in the way of Sam and Ivan Raimi: Evil Dead, Evil Dead II, and even Army of Darkness. Hilarious, silly, fun, campy, sly horror. Classics. I’ll watch them any time they come on cable. Who can resist … uh… deciduous molestation, anyway? And Raimi’s a big-time director now, and the three Spidey films to his credit have given him the stick in Hollywood to go back to his old schtick.
If only he had.
Drag Me To Hell isn’t a fun, campy Raimi flick. It isn’t even a straight-up good fright of a horror movie. There elements of each are there, but you can’t just toss frozen beef and an uncut carrot into a pan and call it stew. Nor can you splash some wine and lob a cupcake in the pot and hope …
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