A few laughs, but NO Horror, NO Suspense.

Rating: 1/10 (1 November 2009)

Sam Raimi sinks this project fast right away in the prologue, when a bunch of Mexicans are dragged to Hell with excessive and silly special effects. Here might be a good ending, making the boredom 4 minutes.
Mr. Raimi undercuts dramatic development by making the evil gypsy woman 100% ugly, disgusting, and prone to biting people's faces with her rotted teeth. She could have been presented with some sympathy for her very real plight of being evicted from her lifelong (and shabby) home at a very old age. But no, she's painted as a pain-in-the-neck with bad teeth.
Mr. Raimi seems obsessed with vomit, so let's talk about that. The big vomit scene might have been where she pukes up her dead pussycat, whole and covered with fur. But Raimi can't restrain himself, so before this he has the girl vomit up buckets of blood, hundreds of houseflies, and a bathroom towel. Not disgusting, not horrible, just boring. I'm not getting emotionally involved with a girl who gets into multiple vomit scenes as if it's her #1 priority in life. It's bad enough she has a weight problem and could delve into an ice cream overdose any minute.
Because of Mr Raimi's commitment to excess, he's developed no skills at building suspense, and the one-and-only fright factor is the old trick of quickly throwing something in the audience's face while suddenly making a loud noise on the soundtrack. Pitiful!
Make no mistake, Mr. Raimi's movies are for (and by) morons. Truly, there isn't even a laugh-at-the-bad-movie value in this mess.