Sam Raimi‘s cult classic Evil Dead has been controversially resurrected, but, despite a few new plot additions, director Fede Alvarez hasn’t quite managed to breath new life into the story. It has some satisfying similarities with the original – gallons of spewing blood, an integral chain saw, an evil force rushing through the forest at an ungodly pace and non-consensual tree sex – but RIP low-budget aesthetics and downright silliness, you are greatly missed.

Director promises theatrical experience.

Big Momma is back for a third joyless excursion into ‘let’s-all-laugh-at-the-silly-black-woman-because-it-doesn’t-count-as-racism’ territory, which now features a second ridiculous fat-suited goon – now with extra rapping!. I hope Martin Lawrence spends his evenings thinking about how he’d be more use to humanity as fertiliser, sobbing onto his immorally inflated bank statements.