This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
“Don’t cry, Shopgirl”
Wan’s ultimate camp masterpiece, much like Drag Me To Hell was to Raimi some years back. The surprise element was essential to make me appreciate this auteur masterstroke even more, like the hilarious thrill of unknowingly picking a histrionic B-movie from a carefully curated post-horror *cough* shelf. It’s impossible to deny the beauty of such creative freedom, and the boldness of putting such an unhinged project to screen under a blockbuster marketing. To embrace it’s silliness is to push its merit into cult classic territory.