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Bruce Campbell (centre), with Ray Santiago and Dana Delorenzo, in Starz's Ash vs. Evil Dead. |
“They're comin' in… and it ain't for Shabbos dinner.”
– Ash, in the premiere episode of Ash vs. Evil Dead.
Full disclosure: I began thinking about this piece months ago, right after
the trailer for Starz's Ash vs. Evil Dead dropped
in July. That trailer appeared at roughly the same time as the one for ABC's
The Muppets, and both generated in me a bittersweet
mixture of celebration and melancholy – because it turns out that before something can make you feel young again, first you have to be involuntarily reminded
to feel old. The year was 1988 and, still a pup of 17 years, I had just arrived at college. My very new friend (and currently now one of my oldest) held up
an already-battered video copy of
Evil Dead II and soundly declared it to be the best movie he'd ever seen. The film had been in theatres the year
before, but I had never heard of it. Perhaps it hadn't ever made its way up to Montreal, but even if it had, I doubt I would have gone to see it.
Even as a teenager I was already a pop culture purist – how could I see a
sequel before I'd seen the original? Most damningly, it was obviously a
horror film, and, 80s monster romps like
Gremlins and
Critters notwithstanding, gore had never been my taste. (It still isn't.) Matt made a
compelling case however, and I grudgingly sat down to watch it. My aesthetic sensibilities have never been the same.
Evil Dead II
– with its low-budget special effects, over-the-top acting and cheesy dialogue, and
Three Stooges meets Japanese horror movie qualities – was a
revelation. For years I believed it to be the epitome of low culture perfection: it knew exactly what it wanted to be and it achieved it with a style and
energy all its own. Cartoonishly gory as it was (the
Evil Dead films are more Monty Python than Eli Roth in their use of blood), it awakened me
forever to the unadulterated pleasures of gleeful camp and ironic self-awareness. (As a young man with creative ambitions of my own, I long felt a deep
envy for Sam Raimi and company at what they'd accomplished so early in their respective careers.) Almost 30 years later,
Evil Dead II still sits
atop my list of favourite films of all time. I've rewatched it more than practically any movie, even
Night of the Hunter (1955) which until recently
I would screen almost every Halloween eve. That first viewing also set me off on a three-decade Sam Raimi/Bruce Campbell habit
– both of whom
thankfully have had remarkable and entertaining careers in the interval, even excluding their collaboration on the third
Evil Dead film, 1992's
Army of Darkness. Raimi would later helm such mainstream Hollywood successes like 1998's
A Simple Plan and the rebooted
Spider-Man
films, and Campbell would make a healthy living harnessing the hammy energy he perfected as Ash in the
Evil Dead movies. With equal enthusiasm, I
would tune in to Bruce in his recurring role as Autolycus in the Sam Raimi/Rob Tapert-produced TV series of the 90s,
Hercules: The Legendary Journeys and
Xena: Warrior Princess; to his title roles in single-season wonders like Fox's
The Adventures of Brisco County, Jr. and the tragically underseen Revolution-era romp
Jack of All Trades (which Tapert produced on the heels
of
Xena); and his more recent co-starring turn on
Burn Notice – not to mention some B-movie gems like the Elvis-themed zombie film
Bubba Ho-Tep (2002). And last night, with the premiere of
Ash vs. Evil Dead on Starz, I sat down to watch our one-handed working class hero
return to fight off evil with smarmy comments and a chainsaw. Fortunately, the whole gang returns with him – and it looks like we are in for one heckuva
ride.