Needed more sodomy.
The first five minutes was the best...Apolo Anton Ohno basejumps in New Zealand, falls into a hole and is impaled on a stalagmite that looks suspiciously like a Judas Cradle. It looked slightly less painful and embarrassing than appearing on Dancing with the Stars.
WARNING - teenagers dry humping in the forest can summon demons.
That's right...those poor teenagers didn't even get to have sex. They barely got to second base and things went to shit.
I am incapable of watching a film starring Lou Diamond Phillips without thinking, "La-la-la-la-la Bamba!"
Even when he's playing a scientist, my brain goes all wonky and I think, "se necessita te poca de gracia..."
Not enough farts. Definitely needed more farts.
Just kidding, there were plenty of farts in The Haunted Trailer - farts in practically every scene. I love farts. My best friend also loves farts. (When we get together with some Burger King Onion Rings...watch out!) My eight year old son loves farts, probably because he is eight years old, but also because he is my son. Really, who DOESN'T love farts? If you say you don't love farts, you're LYING. Farts make the world go around.
As the end credits rolled, I stood up and surveyed the emptying theater and said, "What the fuck?" Then my husband said "What the fuck?" And my best friend said "What the fuck?" And her man said "Yeah, what the fuck?"
So did anyone else notice that Oz the Great and Powerful basically has the same plot as Army of Darkness? No? Just me?