Out of the Dark just might be the single maddest comedy in existence, running the gamut of all known genres and tones that we as a species have conceived so far — jumping from supernatural horror to wacky fantasy to Marx Brothers-esque slapstick to deliciously violent splattersploitation to macabre haunted house shenanigans over the course of maybe a minute, for just about every minute of its breakneck, reality-defying 80 minute runtime. Unfortunately its humour is a big swing and a miss, leaning more in the direction of abrasive, confrontational, in-your-face style absurdism, a hard type of comedy to get right. But there's no denying how delirious this film is, and the commitment to just keep going with a bit until it straight up doesn't make any fucking sense is admirable. If you miss the lunacy of early Sam Raimi or Peter Jackson, you'll feel at home here.
Out of the Dark just might be the single maddest comedy in existence, running the gamut of all known genres and tones that we as a species have conceived so far — jumping from supernatural horror to wacky fantasy to Marx Brothers-esque slapstick to deliciously violent splattersploitation to macabre haunted house shenanigans over the course of maybe a minute, for just about every minute of its breakneck, reality-defying 80 minute runtime. Unfortunately its humour is a big swing and a miss, leaning more in the direction of abrasive, confrontational, in-your-face style absurdism, a hard type of comedy to get right. But there's no denying how delirious this film is, and the commitment to just keep going with a bit until it straight up doesn't make any fucking sense is admirable. If you miss the lunacy of early Sam Raimi or Peter Jackson, you'll feel at home here.
