Preamble

To use a bit of internet verbiage, when a new Evil Dead movie is released, then I am seated. It’s certainly the most consistent horror film franchise and now an exciting revolving door of upcoming talent. However, I could let this preamble pass in the wind without acknowledging the passing of Sam Neill. Whilst being indelible as Dr Alan Grant in various Jurassic films, I remember him most fondly for his gruff performance in Taika Waititi’s Hunt for the Wilderpeople. And besides that picture, he’s been in a lot of famed horror/cult movie such as Possession and In The Mouth of Madness. With that said, what’s your favourite Sam Neill performance? Let me know in the comments below.
Review

The Evil Dead franchise has walked a tightrope between being unrelenting and comedic. Depending on your preference, these twin qualities have varied from B-movie goofiness (Evil Dead 2) to characters amusingly dissecting the nature of their situation (2013’s Evil Dead). In Evil Dead Burn, these core aspects are pushed to the limit with a ruthless and firmly black comedic entry.
After her husband, Will (George Pullar), dies in a freak drunken car accident, Alice (Souhelia Yacoub) decides to stay with her in-laws, as the family mourns the loss of their eldest son. However, what turns out to be an awkward dinner turns into a terrible fight for survival as Alice is forced to confront each relative in Deadite form.
With an opening that plays like an Edgar Wright-directed Final Destination (complete with idiosyncratic insert shots) movie and a bravura one-take scene, where Alice stumbles through the central location during a chaotic fight, Evil Dead Burn is no slouch when it comes to its filmmaking. In fact, it’s one of its great strengths.
The same goes for its creative set pieces, such as an intimate torture scene involving Joseph (Hunter Doohan) and a Deadite version of his girlfriend, Thya (Luciane Buchanan), who has him trapped atop a bunch of knives in a dishwasher. Aside from sequences such as this, Burn also has a stark sense of humour, such as a scene early on where building work is interrupting some heartfelt speeches at a family wake.
In this way, the title feels quite fitting in torching any semblance of sentimentality or slapstick humour that pervaded the early entries. In fact, Burn works overtime in its meaning, not only being a point of trauma for Alice but also a source of the central Deadite’s power and a recurring visual motif.
But above all, it feels like a commentary on a European director taking on a prestige American horror franchise and setting aflame its early spirit in favour of an extreme form of horror that pervades French cinema. A similar thing was done with Alexandre Aja’s remake of Wes Craven’s The Hills Have Eyes. The move is not as bold or subversive as the film thinks it is due to how the franchise has been playing to a similar tune since 2013’s reimagined instalment.
However, I was never put off by the more cruel and nasty tone that engulfed Burn. This is because I got the sense that co-writer/director Sébastien Vaniček had a deep empathy for his characters. In particular, his handling of the central family’s matriarch figure, Susan (Tandi Wright), who has sacrificed all semblance of self to look after her family, so that she sees no wrong in them (especially in regard to her son, Will). This leads to a tragic scene that plays like a vampiric dark fairy tale where she’s seduced by her Deadite husband to join their cause.
And not since Mia in Fede Alvarez’s Evil Dead have I felt such compassion for a female protagonist as I do for Alice. Part of this comes from Yacoub’s central performance that imbues the character with a palpable vulnerability and resilience. Vaniček’s camera also gives us the space to feel Alice’s emotions (almost in real time).
At the same time, Burns’ screenplay plays with the ineffectual male trope that’s been with the franchise since its inception. Introduced in the original Evil Dead and perfected in the 2013 picture, the staple explores males who can’t, for whatever reason, find it within themselves to deal with the central horror going on around them. In Burns’ case, Hunter fits the mould of that trope, namely in how he’s browbeaten as weak by his Dad (in Deadite form) and jokingly by Thya. And in a cruel twist of irony, when he does eventually act, it does not feel heroic but instead horrific, not only from the act itself, but how it parallels with Will’s relationship with Alice.
Despite these virtues, Evil Dead: Burn does suffer from feeling like an instalment that indulges in franchise management. In large part, the franchise has had a loose continuity (mainly due to Sam Raimi and co not owning the rights to the original 1981 movie). As a result, there’s been this commendable choose-your-adventure quality to the series as each film has felt standalone and has a tailor-made tone for all stripes of horror movie fans. Burn tries to marry up with the last film (Evil Dead Rise) in a way that feels quite distracting and jarring. And the introduction of post-credit sequences adds to this feeling. Rather than the ending feeling like a firm and sadistic exclamation point, it pales in the shadow of the bubble seemingly being extended.

















