The DVD menus were scarier and more interesting than the movie. Honestly, this was a textbook example of how not to make a horror movie. Somewhere between the clichés and the umpteenth time the protagonist appears to die, this movie loses whatever chance it might have had to be entertaining. I know some real stinkers have been made from Stephen King stories over the years, but this one’s down among the worst. Honestly, the closest this whole disc comes to entertainment value is the weird montage of Bernie Wrightson’s sketches in the special features. Wish I’d skipped it
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