I have an inordinate love for Jeffrey Dean Morgan, so much so that I was apparently the only person in America who liked The Losers. Come on people, it’s even got Captain America naked in an elevator asking the surprised onlookers if they like the angle of his dangle. What’s not to like? Oh yeah, there’s this other film that I’ve got a trailer for.
Good actors playing the parental roles, kid actor suitably capable of creepy, a lack of cheap jump scares, but genuinely disturbing ones like insects pouring from the box and the kid getting stab happy. These things are adding up to some real potential. This is probably the best horror story Jeffrey Dean Morgan’s been in since he had tumor sex in “Grey’s Anatomy.” It’s too bad about the title though, I think that’s a type of Calvin Klein cologne.
But this is why you just don’t buy certain items at garage sales. I mean, if you get an ancient cursed box that possesses your daughter and turns her into a fork stabbing maniac, but you kept the receipt from Costco, they’ll take that thing right back. It’s only good business sense on their part, Yard sales are strictly for items not capable of holding demonic energy. Like used books and burial masks.