Before he became a respectable filmmaker, Peter Jackson directed this slapstick carnival of gore. It starts as a neo-Psycho spoof about a nebbish and his awful mum, but Jackson soon pulls out all the stops and keeps them out. The movie is one outrageously gruesome set piece after another, with limbs, eyeballs, and especially intestinal tracts taking on an exuberant life of their own.
Owen Gleiberman begins his EW U survey of horror by compiling his library of genre classics of modern vintage, from slasher films to J-horror to thrillers
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