Last spring, my favorite critic Scout Tafoya stayed at my place because he was in Austin for a wedding. One night we were both free, we went to see Evil Dead Rise, the fifth movie in the Evil Dead franchise. He’d already seen it before and assured me that it was “metal as fuck.” Upon watching the opening scene, …
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