The Devil's Rejects ditches the haunted house aesthetic for a 70s road movie/exploitation framework and the result is so much more effective—grittier, more focused, weirdly compelling in its sympathy for people who have absolutely no claim to your sympathy
the cinematography is doing real work here, that desaturated sun-bleached palette gives everything a tactile nastiness that suits the material perfectly.
messy in places but the good kind of messy
The Devil's Rejects ditches the haunted house aesthetic for a 70s road movie/exploitation framework and the result is so much more effective—grittier, more focused, weirdly compelling in its sympathy for people who have absolutely no claim to your sympathy
the cinematography is doing real work here, that desaturated sun-bleached palette gives everything a tactile nastiness that suits the material perfectly.
messy in places but the good kind of messy
