Review – Jack-O

This would have been scarier if it had been about Michael Jackson (is it too soon after the King of Pop’s death to make that joke? Oh well). Instead the monster is a pumpkin-headed demon roaming the suburbs in search of the descendants of the people who sent it to hell years ago. I watched one of the cheapest pieces of horror crap I’ve ever seen (and that’s saying something) right before I watched this, and by comparison this one looked like a big-budget Hollywood epic. At least they had enough money to pay for John Carradine while he could still sit upright and Linnea Quigley while she could still pull off an unnecessary nude scene. Too bad they didn’t save a little cash for a script. See if desperate