Original v. Remake: EVIL DEAD
by Eli Henry
By the time I'd seen the original Evil Dead, I was fairly well-versed in horror. In two weeks at my grandma's house I'd pushed my way through several decades'-worth of relaxed horror film-viewing. The Shining, It, Halloween, you name it. Name a popular horror film between 1970 and 1990, and I'd likely seen it in those two weeks. It was a lot of horror films, is what I'm trying to get across. However, none of these phased me, and upon returning home and watching more, I still just wasn't being scared by movies some people were flat-out scared to even watch. Then I found Sam Raimi's EVIL DEAD, a film I remember seeing in my family's old VHS movie case among Little Mermaid, Spawn, and its sequel ("DEAD BY DAWN!!"). It was newly added to Netflix Instant-Watch, and I was home alone for 6+ hours. Out of new horror films easily available to me, I hit the play button on Evil Dead. And thank God I did.
