Even though events grow more and more ludicrous as the Amulet passes from person to person (there’s a ceiling fan scene that quite defies belief), it’s too late. His inventive deaths are gruesome predecessors to the death-porn franchises of Final Destination and Saw. McDowell’s sense of location is on point, all dirty southern heat and dusty southern roads. Her hateful mother-in-law Jo Howell blames the entire town for Dean’s injuries she makes a gift of The Amulet and chaos descends. Poor Sarah Howell finds herself suddenly caring for her comatose husband, Dean, whose bandaged face hides the damage done by an exploding rifle before he can be sent off to fight in Vietnam. It’s a mean little town kept alive only by the Pine Cone Munitions factory, and it’s about to be a whole less alive once The Amulet is done wreaking its bloody havoc. Welcome to Pine Cone, Alabama, where the wives are all haranguing, and the husbands much harangued. It saves the taxpayers quite a bit on trials and such. The only catch (though the catch on the necklace is invisible and unbreakable) is once you kill, your turn comes shortly and gruesomely thereafter. It passes from heir to heir to heir and when it clasps around your neck, you find yourself with an unquenchable thirst to kill. Meet The Amulet, the most travelin’ piece of jewelry around.
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