“Hell day” on FilmDrunk continues with this new poster for Sam Raimi’s Drag Me to Hell (which actually looks like it could be decent). I like the tagline – it’s very versatile.  You can tell it’s not a comedy because of all the flames, but slap that same pitch on a poster of Larry the Cable Guy and his estranged city-slicker daughter who gets stuck with him on a fishin trip?  You’d be prepared for hijinks.

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I’m not really into horror movies but even I have to admit Reykjavik Whale Watching Massacre is a pretty metal title.  As you might expect, it’s set on an Icelandic whale-watching boat.  Ten bucks says the twist is that the black guy doesn’t die first.

(Because it’s Iceland-related, I’m also including Kristen Wiig’s impression of Bjork. And because I want to marry Kristen Wiig. She fills my heart with clouds.)
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Most horror movies are just a mash-up of lame clichés.  Drag Me to Hell, Sam Raimi’s first directing effort since the Spider-Man trilogy, comes from a cliché that might just be old enough to seem fresh again.  Poor old lady needs help, protagonist fails to help her, old lady turns out to be a demon and drags her to hell.  Or maybe in the story I’m thinking of, the old lady turns out to be Jesus.  Or was it a genie?  F-ck, I can never remember keep this religious stuff straight.
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After the jump I’ve got the trailer for Ink, aka, I’m Gonna Put My Evil Inside You: The Movie.  It’s mostly your basic little-girl-gets-raped-by-the-bad-man-from-her-dreams movie, but I admit the scary makeup made me pee my pants a little.  Not like a huge can’t-get-out-of-bed-after-a-night-of-drinking pee, more like a little daddy-won’t-stop-tickling-me sort of pee.

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In case you haven’t heard, Michael Bay owns a production company that remakes classic horror films. You know, since original horror films are so hard to write and all.  Anyway, here are four brand new TV spots for their version of Friday the 13th, which opens in.. I dunno, February?

For a film about a guy in a hockey mask, they really don’t play up the “scary Canadian” angle enough.  Jason could just show up to parties and be like, “What up, hosers.  I bro-awt over some LaBatt’s anna Nickelback CD.  Mind if I check da score udda Leafs game real fast?”
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