It ain't perfect, but it reaches something approaching fantastic on several occasions, and it tries, man. It doesn't rely on fancy effects or teens running about the place, and it manages to completely avoid any possible similarities with that flick about Kevin Costner's wife gets attacked by a giant Dragonfly or some shit.
It's well worth seeing, is what. Like a lot of that spooky Asian malarkey, it stretches the old suspension of disbelief well beyond any polite boundary, but what you remember is the shit in-between, the half-glimpsed faces, the seemingly-illogical sense of terror, the brilliance of Michael Motherfucking Keaton.
Good work, dead folks.
Article comments
1 - Temple Stark
Duke,
I had to delouse the post and shorten it some but tried not to ruin the bitter flavo(u)r.
I posted this on Advance TV here
- temple
2 - Aaron, Duke De Mondo
temple, thanks man. Hey, you're the editor, man, edit as you see fit. Thanks for taking the time.