I had high hopes for this film when it started out with Charlie Murphy as a mad scientist named "Franklin", but they all went out the window when he got electrocuted 10 minutes into the film.
I do not like snakes on my plane. I do not like snakes on my train. I do not like snakes in my mouth. I do not like snakes biting me down south. I do not like snakes - one little bit. I do not like this movie either - it sucks total shit.
I DVRed this film based on the title alone. I figured that since it wasn't on Skinemax - it wasn't soft core porn, but since it was on SyFy, I was risking missing some gore. I shouldn't have worried...there was a considerable amount of gore left in the film.
Jason, Freddy, Pinhead, Chucky, Leatherface and Michael in a movie together? It's like a horror fan's wet dream, right?
Not so fast...it's not really Jason, his name is Mason. And that's not Freddy, it's Fweddy...and why is he wearing Flavor Flav's clock? Is that a yarmulke on Michael Myers head? And why is Pleatherface (not Leatherface) wearing a Coach Purse on his face? Because Stan Helsing is basically Scary Movie 5, that's why.
Does it surprise you at ALL that I would watch a movie about a killer piñata? If you are even the least bit surprised, then you don't know me very well at all.
I was disappointed that not a single character uttered the immortal line, "Did I do that?"
One of the stupidest movies ever. The film makers tried to combine the best of movies like the first Amityville with movies like the The Exorcist. What they did was combine fail with fail. Do you remember in Greatest American Hero when Mr Hinkley got his remedial English class to stage Romeo and Juliet? Their acting is like the acting in this movie. Any scene with interaction or dialogue is like watching Mr. H's English class rehearse their lines. The problem is, the acting is the best thing about this movie.
I didn't have any nightmares...so disappointing. I was looking forward to waking up screaming in terror, as opposed to how I usually wake up screaming on a Sunday morning...screaming at my kids for trying to kill each other over the kitchen play set.