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Youthful city kids take their dirt bikes out to the countryside and end up accidentally killing an adorable little dink. One dead bumpkin kid and privileged assholes would usually just lead to a light sentence and crocodile tears but this is Appalachia and that dead kid’s papa is Lance Henriksen. These young dopes are truly fucked. Grief and rage-fueled vengeance go together like peanut butter and jelly but carry the consequences of mixing Flaming Hot Cheetos and homemade IPAs… it’s not good for anyone. The distraught daddy drags his dead child to the lair of an old crone and sets about getting revenge through the horrific manifestation of an ancient entity called Pumpkinhead. Soon, delinquent teenagers are dropping and daddy Lance is experiencing their deaths through a link with the horrifying beast. This leads to regret and the realization that utilizing black magic and dark forces to settle a debt is never a good call and always blows up in the face of the practitioner. Stan Winston crafts one hell of a backwoods fairytale but not in the Disney-tinged reimagining of the term. No, this is old-school darkness serving as a warning of morality. It’s fucking beautiful and unlike alot of horror that was showcased at the time. At the center of it all is Henriksen’s wonderful performance and, of course, one of the coolest monsters ever crafted. This uncanny creature looks like some bipedal horror recognized by our lizard brain as the reason we fear the dark places. Outside of some slight pacing issues and empty characters, it’s almost perfect and always impressive in how the late, great Stan Winston refused to take an easy route when it came to his revenge fable.
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