Well, I think that's it for me with this series.
Had so hoped this sequel would be some kind of gonzo bananas movie—and there's one sequence that feels in that spirit—but the rest of the movie felt, in many ways, a bit less fresh than the first.
Cool creatures. Awful characters.
I hate to say it—and I'm sure I'll sound old—but here's a good example of what people talk about when they complain that horror movies have nothing to say.
First time ever seeing it.
It's impressive for a 40 year old movie to be genuinely surprising in so many ways, from the full-tilt gore level to the sometimes silliness of the evil dead.
Does it make sense? I don't quite think so. But it was genuinely entertaining to see the viscera sprayed, spewed and splattered onto young Ash.
Only, it was so disappointing that moments later it would all be wiped away.
I don't know if this is a very good movie, but I'd probably watch it again with friends, so long as there were drinks and/or food.
A single-car crash. Fork lift mishaps. Broken plungers and chairs. Smashed sliding glass doors. Demolished restaurant bathrooms.
These are the emotional state of Barry Egan, but he's about to fall in love.
I find this movie so comforting, so beautifully odd. It's a little miracle.
Hands down the greatest Superhero movie of all time. And it's neck and neck between this and "Toy Story 3" for best Pixar movie.
Am looking forward to the sequel, but it likely won't have the perfect build of this film. The satire of the first 20 minutes is critical the overall impact.
It's an origin story of the rebirth of the heroes. And a family movie. And a mid-life crisis movie. And a comedy. And a drama. And an action movie.
14 years after its release it still has better action sequences than today's Superhero movies.