Film

Creepshow

Name: Creepshow
Genre: Horror, Comedy
Released: 1982
Cast: Hal Holbrook, Adrienne Barbeau, Fritz Weaver, Leslie Nielsen, Carrie Nye

George Romero and Stephen King build a haunted newsstand comic and set it on fire: five gleefully nasty EC-style tales stitched together with lurid panel-transitions and a wraparound about a kid's confiscated horror mag. It's gory, funny, over-lit in comic-book colour, and never pretends to be anything but a campfire story told by two guys who clearly adore the genre. Great for a group, a bowl of candy, and low expectations of good taste.

TMDb rating

6.9

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