Darren Aronofsky's second feature film is a grim tale of addiction that is truly unforgettable. Yes, I can't help but love it, but I do find it appropriate to hate myself for doing so. I'm pretty sure the score will haunt my dreams for weeks.

Jeffrey Combs is devilishly good in this simple but effective, single location horror film that's guaranteed to have you squirming with every question of the game.

Bad acting, gore, nudity, choppy editing, bad acting, radio friendly 70's music, ugly cinematography and some more bad acting. If The Devil's Rejects had been released in the 1970's it would have been completely lost among all the bad exploitation films of that decade. For some reason, that is completely beyond me, some horror fans think this film is something special. I just don't see it.

Polanski crafts a wickedly funny, verbal slugfest of a film between four Hollywood heavyweights. Just sit back and enjoy the show.