To take a break from the List of Doom, I wanted to refer all you blogophytes to an imminent movie event not to be missed. Coming out on May 29, Sam Raimi's return to "Real Horror," piquantly entitled Drag Me to Hell, will at long last restore my faith in scream cinema. Think The Evil Dead with (only slightly) better effects.The plot: in brief, a creepy old gypsy woman (what could be more deliciously melodramatic?) is denied an extension on her mortgage payment (what could be more culturally topical?), and the unfortunate bank bureaucrat responsible spends the remainder of the film hysterically fleeing a legion of sardonic (and surprisingly articulate) demons, while her skeptical boyfriend refuses to entertain even the possibility of a diabolical curse and continuously assures her that she's overreacting and that . . . you guessed it . . . it's probably nothing!
Can you believe it? It's a tract for our troubled times, complete with the evil eye and cackling bugaboos around every corner! What could be better for a nation in dire need of catharsis? Wouldn't we all like to see one of those damned bankers suffer the conflagratory pangs of compulsory damnation? I only hope the bank our "heroine" works for goes by the name "Atlantic Investments Group" or something like that. Kick some ass, Raimi!
