The Cenobites are a cool concept and fairly well realised on screen, but apart from that this hasn’t really aged well. It does finally tighten up and take a genuine hold on your attention at about the two-thirds mark, but that’s not enough to save the film. The first part is supposed to show the gradual slide into murderous depravity of a straitlaced wife desperate to relive her one wild BDSM fling, but it’s held back by indifferent performances and a film rating board that found spanking too risqué. The result is more of an insipid La Croix Sparkling BDSM that just doesn’t seem like a sufficient temptation for murder.
Shaun of the Dead
This, on the other hand, has aged like a properly pickled mummy. Take car. Go to mum’s. Kill Phil, grab Liz, go to The Winchester, have a nice cold pint, and wait for all of this to blow over. How’s that for a slice of fried gold?
Sympathy for the Abyss, Brewery Faisan