House of 1000 Corpses Dee Snider, the former demon rag-doll singer of Twisted Sister, made a crummy little horror movie in 1998 called "Dee Snider's Strangeland," and now the… House of 1000 Corpses Dee Snider, the former demon rag-doll singer of Twisted Sister, made a crummy little horror movie in 1998 called "Dee Snider's Strangeland," and now the… 2003-04-11 R PT88M Horror Mystery and Thriller Karen Black Jeanne Carmen Sid Haig Chris Hardwick Michael J. Pollard Lions Gate Films
Movie Review

House of 1000 Corpses (2003)

MPAA Rating: R
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'HOUSE' OF THE UNHOLY A welcoming Sid Haig
EW's GRADE
C+

Details Release Date: Apr 11, 2003; Rated: R; Length: 88 Minutes; Genres: Horror, Mystery and Thriller; With: Karen Black, Jeanne Carmen and Sid Haig; Distributor: Lions Gate Films

Dee Snider, the former demon rag-doll singer of Twisted Sister, made a crummy little horror movie in 1998 called ''Dee Snider's Strangeland,'' and now the cult heavy metal star Rob Zombie has written and directed House of 1000 Corpses. What's next -- ''Paul Stanley's Bad Dreams''? It would be easy enough to chortle at this phenomenon of hellfire rocker-turned-nightmare auteur, though Zombie's labor of bodily goo is, if anything, a cut above Snider's. It starts in standard ''Chainsaw'' fashion, with a quartet of collegiate travelers trapped by a family of redneck psychos. This is one of those movies in which the lunatic son, who's got five cheerleaders hog-tied in the attic, isn't half as scary as Karen Black, who tries to raise her career from the dead by overacting such dialogue as ''There's no one 'round here I feel like jaw-flappin' at no more!''

Then the bodies begin to pile up, and Zombie, pillaging from every low-budget freak-out he can, proves that he at least has a lurid touch for shock theatrics. Blood spatters on the floor like a Jackson Pollock, people are hacked apart and stripped of their skin to the tune of ''Brick House,'' and S&M vamps flash some thigh at the camera for that special rock & roll death-jam touch. ''House of 1000 Corpses'' isn't coherent, exactly, but what dripping-ghoul horror movie is these days? The new rule is, It's not hip to make sense when you're raising hell.

Originally posted Apr 16, 2003 Published in issue #706-707 Apr 25, 2003 Order article reprints
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