A crate heading to the Wilson Museum is delivered to the Wilson house by some incompetent delivery men and, as it goes with any accidental crate delivery, shit gets royally fucked up. Mr. Wilson opens up the crate and unleashes Koroku, a 7-foot tall skeletal samurai/killing machine. The black magic badass picks up where he left off centuries ago, murdering and collecting brains. Koroku sets up shop in a shanty town, practicing his witchcraft in peace. Characters are introduced to be knocked off in the next scene... some just show up already dead (RIP Freddy). An ambitious reporter sees the carnage as her ticket out of the small time and is murdered immediately into her investigation. Charlie Wilson survives an encounter and goes to the police. Of course, they don’t believe him. Charlie and his cute friend decide it’s their responsibility to take down the reanimated killer. The monster dreams, the hero puts on a duster, a goth chick gets nekkid, and a shadowy government (?) agent shows up looking for the fiend. Digital gunfire and splattery practical loveliness give me the warm fuzzies in this Nevada-shot SOV romp. Competently made, it also earns some bonus points by featuring a cool looking antagonist and some heroes you’re actually rooting for.
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