
Sam Raimi’s 1987 Cabin Sequel Turns Fright Into Slapstick, and Bruce Campbell Makes It Work: 7.7/10
A man fights his own severed hand, a stream of red pours from the wall, and terror turns to laughter in Raimi's cabin nightmare.

Every film we have scored, from 1980s horror to what is in cinemas now.

A man fights his own severed hand, a stream of red pours from the wall, and terror turns to laughter in Raimi's cabin nightmare.

A young man returns from the English hills marked by a strange doom, and terror and mirth mix together in this tale of the moon.

A vision of sleep turned to peril, wherein the closing of one's eyes becomes the darkest doom of all.

A frozen camp, a terror none can name, a company of men who trust one another no more - this paper's solemn account of Carpenter's The Thing

A cabin, a book bound in dread, and five friends beset by the woods — this paper rates the terror far above common judgment.

A dream of swine, spirits, and forgotten names — a haunted, singular vision rendered in paint and light.

A dread chronicle of family, vengeance, and ceremony wrought with solemn art — a masterpiece of terrible and admirable design.

A dwelling raised upon another dwelling, a family walled beneath its betters — a dreadful tale of contagion and secret waters.

A tale of stone and iron walls, and a spirit that will not yield: a meditation upon The Shawshank Redemption.
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