
  Review by
          Eric Hillis
  Directed by: Lee Cronin
  Starring: Alyssa Sutherland, Lily Sullivan, Gabrielle Echols, Morgan Davies, Nell Fisher
 
      
  Evil Dead Rise, the second attempt to reboot Sam Raimi's beloved horror franchise,
      opens with a visual gag that will only make sense to viewers familiar with
      the series. It's strange then that very little else about the movie
      resembles Raimi's originals. Like the 2013 Fede Alvarez directed reboot,
      the odd decision has been made to remove the comic elements that made the
      original trilogy such a unique experience. Writer/director
      Lee Cronin's film is nowhere near as dour as Alvarez's - which in
      hindsight was an early example of the recent trend of "elevated horror,"
      i.e. not much fun - but it's certainly not a comedy. If you rebooted
      Airplane and removed the comedy you'd simply end up with a
      generic airborne disaster movie, an Airport clone. That's
      kind of what we get here. Shorn of Raimi's Ray Harryhausen and Three
      Stooges influences, Evil Dead Rise is really just an
      Evil Dead movie in name only. It's a generic spam in a can
      possession movie, albeit one that's quite well constructed.

  Like the 2009 Friday the 13th reboot,
      Evil Dead Rise opens with a sequence that distils the essence of
      the franchise with something resembling a standalone short. Three
      youngsters are vacationing at a cabin in the woods (one whose design has
      more in common with the location of the recent Italian horror
      A Classic Horror Story than that found in Raimi's film or
      Alvarez's reboot) when one of them displays the qualities of someone
      possessed by the Necronomicon, the book that sparked all that trouble back
      in 1982. This prologue skews far closer to Raimi's originals than the rest
      of the film, with Cronin pulling off some impressive "Splatstick"
      shocks.
  We then cut to the central narrative, which sees guitar technician Beth
      (Lily Sullivan) discover she's pregnant while on tour with a rock
      group. Beth heads to her sister Ellie's (Alyssa Sutherland)
      apartment only to find she's in the course of moving out with her kids -
      teens Danny (Morgan Davies) and Bridget (Gabrielle Echols)
      and their precocious kid sister Kassie (Nell Fisher) - after her
      husband walked out. When an earthquake opens a hole in the building's
      ground level car park, Danny ventures down and discovers a curious looking
      book (yep, that one) and three dusty old records. When he gives the latter
      a spin on his decks it awakens the Evil, which possesses Ellie, turning
      her into a homicidal maniac intent on killing her own family and Beth's
      unborn child.

  I've recently seen a few horror movies and thrillers that lack peril
      because they feature the sort of characters you know aren't going to be
      killed off in a mainstream American movie.
      Evil Dead Rise might be a mainstream American movie, but
      it's written and directed by an Irishman whose primary influence seems not
      to be the classic American horror movies of the '70s and '80s (though such
      an influence is certainly there, with an explicit visual reference to
      The Shining late on) so much as their bastard Italian
      step-children. There are beats that play like nods to the likes of
      Zombie Flesheaters (eye trauma),
      Demons 2 (demons on the rampage in an apartment building)
      and
      Beyond the Door
      (a possessed mother and her charming weirdo moppet daughter), and Cronin
      establishes early on that like the Italian filmmakers of that golden age,
      he's willing to kill anyone. It's a genuine surprise to see certain
      characters perish, and though Cronin walks a thin line between
      establishing stakes and offering shocks for shock's sake, he just about
      stays on the right side of that line.
  Cronin's debut, 2019's
      The Hole in the Ground, saw him pull off some impressive slow-burning dread.
      Evil Dead Rise requires the exact opposite type of
      filmmaking with its manic narrative, but Cronin proves equally adept at
      constructing the sort of set-pieces that blur the line between horror and
      action. At a tight 97 minutes, very little time is wasted as Cronin gets
      into the (literal) meat of the movie from the off. There's some clever
      hard-wiring of objects that will come into play, Chekhov's Chainsaw style,
      later on.

  It's the writing of the characters that lets
      Evil Dead Rise down however. Beth's pregnancy doesn't really
      add anything substantial to the setup - she's tasked with saving her
      nieces and nephew, so why do we need a foetus thrown into the mix? As is
      so often the case in horror movies, the characters here make some very
      dumb choices. The conceit is that our heroes are stuck on their floor
      because the earthquake has taken out both the elevator and the stairs, but
      they make no effort to attract help by throwing the contents of their
      apartment out the window. Haven't they seen Die Hard?
 
    
        Evil Dead Rise is on Netflix UK/ROI now.
      
       
