
I needn't have worried. Sam Raimi made a delightful little horror flick, a nice admixture of his very singular filmmaking strengths: humor, horror, body-cavity violations, and fast-paced slapstick. I think he was trying to show up those punks out there with their torture-porn Saw and Hostel films and the yawner remakes of 80s slasher flicks how it's done.
Drag Me to Hell can even be called a bit of a high-brow effort. It's the very timely story of Christine Brown, a bank loan officer who refuses to extend the mortgage of an old Gypsy woman, and gets cursed to hell for her trouble. So it's a bit like Thinner (1996) but with better effects. But an alternate reading is available: do we believe our eyes and the special effects and take her supernatural harassment as real, or is simply her mind crumbling from overwhelming guilt? It's a lot like Mullholland Drive (2001) in that respect.

So the film ends and I put on an episode of "Breaking Bad" we haven't seen yet. It's called "The Fly" and it involves the two main characters' episode-long pursuit of the titular insect, which is loose in the lab and threatens to contaminate the batch of meth they're making.
Funny how things line up.
There's a kind of oroborus for you - that last sentence harkens back to the first paragraph about the Human Centipede, which could be considered a kind of oroborus itself. I'm reeling!
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