by Ben PerLee, October 11, 2010
My Soul to Take is about as soulless as a movie can get. It’s as if Wes Craven, longing for the days of old when his slasher flicks reigned supreme, made a film designed only to appeal to those same old tropes and ideas. Poorly acted and executed, not only is the plot bare bones, it also makes very little sense. Craven seems to have fallen into the trap of long exposition and boring scares, leaving a film that is uninspired, failing to fulfill its most basic roll of b-film entertainment.
For those who need to know about the tripe before consumption, rumors in the small town of Riverton tell of the Ripper, a man who slaughtered his victims with a blade etched with the word
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