Shout! Factory wasn’t quite able to rouse itself up to its typical standard with The Amityville Horror Trilogy, which is understandable considering the general dullness of the films themselves. Horror fans are advised to look elsewhere.
Absolutely worth seeking out for diehard fans of the 1970s Hollywood renaissance.
Cool Hand Luke‘s showbiz gloss is too dressed up for Easter Sunday to make Good Friday as punishing as it needs to be.
Of all the questions raised by it and its moronic sequels the most vexing one revolves around the external range of a haunted house’s supernatural powers.
For God’s Sake, doesn’t anyone in Long Island own a flyswatter?
