Nowhere near as funny, scary, or even suspenseful as it should be with its seemingly fool-proof premise. Forget about surprising: if you can't see how the aunt finally gets to use her axe 20 seconds before it happens, you need to have seen more than one other movie. The film-making so tired that I spent a lot more time dying for this to end than I did with, say, Satantango. I'm always up for some fuck-the-rich material, but the script…
If Trump has taught us anything it's that there's no way what Martin Sheen does in the last scene would derail the campaign of a populist asshole.
Hadn't seen this since it was a VHS new release and surprise, surprise, my 34-year-old memories of it's excellence were not 100% accurate. It very much plays like an adaptation: there's no real flow from episode to episode, it plays like a highlight reel of a longer work. A full extra star is earned by Walken, who nails this thing completely.