Review – House of 1000 Corpses

I didn’t bother to count, but I’m willing to bet they didn’t make it all the way to 1000. Unless, of course, you count all the poor audience members who were bored to death sitting through this stinker. This is one of those movies where it’s hard to pick the worst part of the production. The lousy acting? The spastic, bad-music-video editing? The lame excuses for sex and gore? No, though it’s a close race, I think we have a clear winner in the script. The plot – to the extent that there is one – is largely borrowed from other movies that weren’t all that good to begin with, and the dialogue can really only have been generated by the mental and moral equivalent of Joe Eszterhas after someone hit him in the head with a hammer several times. Honestly, this sorry excuse for a slasher movie comes across as writer/director Rob Zombie deliberately making fun of anyone stupid enough to willingly sit through this dull nonsense. Unfortunately, judging by all the hype he’s got a good-sized number of willing dupes. Wish I’d skipped it