Seriously. This movie was Sam Raimi at his Sam Raimi-est. They took everything in low-budget what the fuck fest Evil Dead and ramped it up. It is the perfect demonstration of how horror and comedy follow the same formula, because it lives in the knife-edge between them, slipping back and forth at an unpredictable pace. Bruce Campbell falls through a chair and you don’t know what genre you’re in.
Couldn’t agree more. And it walks that knife edge so perfectly that when we finally get to the legendary “Groovy” moment, it’s the ultimate payoff on both levels.
You get that moment of horror catharsis where the hunted finally gains an advantage over the unstoppable evil.
And on the comedy side, after watching Ash get thrown around like a ragdoll throughout most of the film in near Tom and Jerry levels of violent slapstick, watching him create, slap on, and rev up a friggin’ chainsaw arm to the battle cry of “Groovy!” is the perfect punchline. Equally ridiculous and undeniably badass.
Seriously. This movie was Sam Raimi at his Sam Raimi-est. They took everything in low-budget what the fuck fest Evil Dead and ramped it up. It is the perfect demonstration of how horror and comedy follow the same formula, because it lives in the knife-edge between them, slipping back and forth at an unpredictable pace. Bruce Campbell falls through a chair and you don’t know what genre you’re in.
Couldn’t agree more. And it walks that knife edge so perfectly that when we finally get to the legendary “Groovy” moment, it’s the ultimate payoff on both levels.
You get that moment of horror catharsis where the hunted finally gains an advantage over the unstoppable evil.
And on the comedy side, after watching Ash get thrown around like a ragdoll throughout most of the film in near Tom and Jerry levels of violent slapstick, watching him create, slap on, and rev up a friggin’ chainsaw arm to the battle cry of “Groovy!” is the perfect punchline. Equally ridiculous and undeniably badass.