Evil Dead 2
"I'll swallow your soul." "Swallow this."
I can never quite make up my mind which is better: the pure horror of Evil Dead or the horror-comedy of Evil Dead II. Sam Raimi's sequel-cum-remake of his 1981 low budget classic contains several brilliant sequences of outrageous gore and slapstick violence that suggest The Three Stooges by way of H.P. Lovecraft (particularly the wonderful sequence in which Ash's hand becomes possessed and attacks him--one of the finest bits of physical comedy committed to film). In lesser hands this combination could be off-putting, but because the movie runs so far past the boundaries of taste, it never fails to be anything less than a rousing good time. Rarely has so much blood been spilled (and sprayed, and spewed) in such an engaging way. And the moral of the story is: If you have to get a prosthetic limb, a power tool is the way to go.