The Evil Dead (1981)
If you consider yourself even an occasional fan of horror, you absolutely need to see this one. In all its low budget glory, this is akin to poetry. Does it have faults and issues? Absolutely. But it does set the tone, not only for what horror could do, but also for a visual style that is all Sam Raimi's: often copied, seldom surpassed. I swear, one could wax poetically for hours singing the praises of this gem and it would still do it injustice. But that's not why you're here. A group of friends heads into the mountains to a remote cabin for a weekend away. Things aren't off to a great start, as no one has ever been there and the cabin turns out to be a little on the dingy side in a forest that doesn't feel warm or welcome. But in the company of friends, one does his or her best to just enjoy the company. But in the basement our group comes across an ancient book bound in human flesh and inked in blood. Not only that, they also discover some audiotapes an...
