A Fly In The Eye (And It Goes Up Your Nose)

Rating: 2/10 (22 May 2014)

So, what would I say was this dismal horror film's most glaring and damaging moron-factor?
Well, it would have to be this - If the old, gypsy-hag, Mrs. Ganush, really had such fantastic, supernatural powers as she so clearly did (even in death), then, why the hell was she groveling like an absolute peasant to some nobody bank employee, pathetically begging for an extension on the loan for her home? Eh? Why?
I mean, c'mon, folks. Let's get serious and do a reality check here.
With the truly amazing powers that Sylvia Ganush demonstrated in her ruthless revenge-curse on pretty, little Christine Brown (for being such a meanie and shaming her), this woman could've easily used these abilities to conjure up enough money to cover all of her needs.
But, no, instead of doing things the easiest & most sensible way, Ganush stalked, harassed, and physically assaulted Brown in the most preposterous and, of course, the most horrific ways imaginable. Ways that defy rational, common-sense thinking.
In my opinion, this utterly demented, rubbishy, over-the-top horror film reached the absolute nadir of its stupidity in the scene where Christine takes her cute, little kitten and (that's right) uses this darling creature as a sacrifice in a feeble attempt to save her own skin. (And after the poor, little kitty-cat was finally knifed to death, this selfish approach of salvation of Christine's didn't prove to do any damn good, anyways)
This asinine movie certainly proved to me that as a writer/director, Sam Raimi hasn't improved one bit in his field since his film-debut with 1983's The Evil Dead. This jerk still can't develop interesting characters, or sustain horror (without globs of gore), nor can he put together an intriguing story-line that flows smoothly and coherently.
Raimi is nothing but a hack-director who really deserves to have his ass kicked, but good, for sadistically foisting this hunk of junk on us and expecting that we will all just love it to pieces and eagerly lap it right up.
It really killed me in the scene where Christine's mouth was bashed (and bleeding) up against a hard kitchen counter, and, yet, she still remained all kissing-fresh for her squeeze, Clay.
And, finally - Was this utter crap movie really supposed to be Raimi's dire warning, telling us all (especially bank loan officers) that we are never to refuse ugly, old, snaggle-toothed gypsy women extensions on their loans!? (And, if that's not it, then what else could this nonsense film's underlying message be?)