Army Of Darkness Review (1992)

Hail to the king, baby. Army of Darkness is like getting drop-kicked through a medieval portal made of chainsaws, slapstick, and pure Bruce Campbell charisma. This flick was the first time little Gory Cory’s eyes melted into B-movie bliss — thanks to my mom, who said, “You’ll love this one, kid.” And she was right.

It’s got everything: skeleton armies that look like they raided a Spirit Halloween, one-liners sharp enough to slice a Deadite in half, and that perfect Evil Dead rot ‘n’ roll spirit. Just rewatched it with my wife — her first time — and now she gets it. She gets the gospel of Groovy.

It’s horror, its comedy, it’s Ash getting medieval on some undead ass. Army of Darkness doesn’t just raise the dead — it raises your standards for how ridiculously awesome a movie can be.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a boomstick solo to write.