The kitchen sink approach is perhaps understandable when the premise is essentially ‘Isn’t this thing I love awesome?’ but it’s not conducive to producing a film, among a glut of horror documentaries, that provides fresh insights. Or even old ones. I mean, and just citing one example, when it fails to acknowledge that Friday the 13th Part VI prefigured the fad for self-aware horror by a full decade, what are we even doing here? (I do have to add, though, that whenever Tom Adkins appears, he punctuates what would otherwise be a four-and-a-half-hour slog with a sparkling sense of mischief. He’s a treasure.) ★★½
Cross-posted from Letterboxd