Rating: 1 stars out of 5
The Stars: Denzel Whitaker, John Magaro, Max Thieriot, Nick Lashaway, Zena Grey
The Story: 16 years after the death of serial killer Abel Plankov, the small town of Riverton is fearful that the maniac murderer has returned. Local folklore tells that The Riverton Ripper will one day rise to dispatch the seven children born on the night of his death. Has the tale of his demise been greatly exaggerated or did his evil soul transfer into one of the ‘Riverton Seven’ born at the time of his death?
The Buzz: Helmed by Wes Craven, My Soul To Take marks his return to filmmaking after a five year sabbatical. Just as this 3D frightener’s mythology makes a big hoo-ha about the return of a scary boogieman after 16 years, this is also the first movie that the horror master has both written and directed since 1994’s Wes Craven’s New Nightmare.
inSing says: Aptly titled, My Soul To Take is so shoddily written and atrociously acted that its odious dullness will leave you feeling soullessly empty, weeping for the swift mercy of death, or the sweet relief of closing credits. Worse still, this derivative slasher is pointlessly rendered in 3D, because two dimensions apparently aren’t enough to convey bad filmmaking. No, you must be virtually poked in the face with it.
Not only is this unequivocally the worst movie of Craven’s storied career; it is quite possibly one of the worst flicks of 2010. A gaggle of teens are slaughtered by a semi-supernatural psycho and amidst hackneyed voodoo about reincarnation, nobody quite knows what’s going on (despite reams of exposition), or why we should care that these bland people are dying. Featuring a villain that looks like a hobo Predator, the scariest thing about My Soul To Take is that you’ve probably seen reruns of Incredible Tales with better production values.