Book of Shadows: Blair Witch 2

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Evil Things

 

Genre films can have a reputation for being formulaic, recycling old plots that are carbon copies of a defining predecessor. So it all comes down to the quality of the execution to distinguish one from the other, whether it’s the technical prowess, the acting, an interesting self-referential twist or solid story telling. Either way you can be pretty sure that James Bond is going to escape from the tank of carnivorous laser guided newts, Jason Statham is definitely going to solve his problems with face punching and everyone who isn't the girl with the troubled past who is charmingly insecure and hot but not slutty, is going to die.

Lovely Molly

 

It must be hard as an artist to know whether to embrace or fight against your reputation. Even harder if what you are known for was a culture defining break through. George A. Romero for example, has been happily milking a zombified teat for the past fifteen years or so, piling more and more shit onto the mile-high mountain of modern zombie horror. Sam Raimi on the other hand, has been stamping his visual style on to big budget blockbusters, progressing away from his horror roots whilst never forgetting their importance.