
1987 · Sam Raimi
Ash Williams and his girlfriend Linda find a log cabin in the woods with a voice recording from an archeologist who had recorded himself reciting ancient chants from "The Book of the Dead." As they play the recording an evil power is unleashed taking over Linda's body.
dir. Sam Raimi · 1987
Sam Raimi's return to the cabin is less sequel than possession: he restages his 1981 shocker's premise with real money, then accelerates it into delirium. Bruce Campbell's Ash — jaw like a matinee idol, dignity of a crash-test dummy — endures a one-man vaudeville of self-inflicted violence that owes as much to the Three Stooges as to any horror tradition, and the film invented a tone, splatstick, that horror-comedy has been chasing since. The craft is the joke: Raimi bolted cameras to planks and motorcycles and sent them screaming through the woods as the unseen evil's point of view, tilted his frames like a funhouse, and let stop-motion, prosthetics, and a flood of unnatural fluids do the rest. Dead by Dawn, as the subtitle has it, became a foundational text for a generation of genre directors — Peter Jackson's early gore farces and Edgar Wright's kinetic cutting both descend from it — and Campbell's chainsaw silhouette became modern horror's most durable icon.
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