Holy crap, what fun.
There were moments in this film where women were shouting “Oh my God!” at full voice in the audience.
The story is asinine, but as a clothesline to pin outrageous set pieces, it is fine. There’s a scene in a garage that is Raimi’s masterstroke. It’s more awesome than Viggo’s swinging dick scene in Eastern Promises.
See this in a theater, preferably one with an “urban” audience.
