Capsule Review…
It’s another terribly retroriffic “Hey where did this ominous videotape come from? Who cares let’s watch it!” movie full of gum-chewing Satans, wiggly space monsters, babysitters in peril, and Art the scary clown.
That’s the memorable bit, the pilot introduction of Art the Clown. He’s the fucked-up Freddie Krueger of the 2020’s, you’ve probably seen him on someone’s t-shirt. You’ve probably seen 30 or 40 of them at the last Comic Con you’ve been to. You’ve probably seen him at least once per square foot at your local Spirit Halloween.
Why do we call this decade the 2020’s anyway, and not just The 20’s? We’ve waited 20 years to call a decade “The Something’ees” and we’re squandering it.