Michael Gingold

At last, the animated explosion of blood, wisecracks and bad taste will be available for wide consumption.

The film has more to offer Foo fanatics than it does to horror hounds, a few seriously splattery setpieces notwithstanding.

There’s something new and nasty lurking in this filmmaker’s woods.

It's astronomically bloodier than Tobe Hooper’s trendsetter, yet it never feels nearly as frightening.

There will be many ways to watch evil only a mother could love.