Book of Blood (2009)
Being naked and disgusting and bloody… oh, it’s a Clive Barker thing alright.

Being naked and disgusting and bloody… oh, it’s a Clive Barker thing alright.

Another example of why making movies out of Clive Barker’s stories can be a self-inflicting wound.

Here’s a sequel that completely undoes the only good thing about the previous movie. Wait, why?

Wait, who dug this franchise out from its grave for one last flogging?

These folks really need a better cast to do the script justice.

Typical character here: I’ll keeping walking in this dark hallway and count the number of jump scares before I get killed…

White people suck, white cops must die… these people recall that this is supposed to be a horror film, right?

The devil is the biggest troll. Don’t need to watch this thing to know that.

Oh, the cringe, the cringe, and the edgy paper cuts it inflicts on my heart.

Not much scares, just plenty of enjoyable poking fun at common horror tropes.
