An irate and aggressive father confiscates his son's "Creepshow" horror comic book, ranting as he does so about how it is puerile and stupid. When his son protests, the older man strikes the boy, then carries the comic book out to the trash.
Not a very nice man. But we're more interested than the book than we are in him, at least for now. Creepshow, you see, is an anthology film of five (six, if you count this framing sequence) stories. That lets the show pack in a bunch of different horror staples: murder, zombies, monsters, mutation, bugs, voodoo: we got it all!
None of this wealth of content matters if the movie's not good, of course. Fortunately, Creepshow is a fun film. Not in any way a scary one, I feel I must point out. Like the 1950s comic books on which it is modelled, the aim here is gonzo, gleeful gross-out, with a side order of awful fates for its often equally awful characters. This is not a subtle or nuanced film, is what I'm saying. But it's not trying to be.
At 120 minutes, Creepshow does perhaps slightly outstay its welcome. And it's tempting to wish that when George Romero and Stephen King decided to collaborate, they tried to stretch themselves more than this. But at the end of the day, the movie they did decide to make is a solid example of its type. So if it sounds like your thing, you should check it out.
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