The Evil Dead Is 40 and Better than Ever, Baby
A cabin, a curse, and the chin that launched a thousand B-movies

It seems strange that Sam Raimi’s The Evil Dead was rated X when it came out in 1981 (it’s now NC-17 in accordance with the MPAA’s current, very scientific ratings system). It’s certainly loaded with some truly vile and vicious gore, gnarly effects and yes, sexual assault by trees, but on the other hand, every last film fan of a certain age and anarchic disposition has seen it. How did it freak out the moral guardians so hard?
As the movie turns 40 and the people who made it are more well-known and well-regarded than ever, it’s worth it to ask why a self-aware little B-movie on a shoestring budget became a late night dorm room phenomenon.
Five college kids in a 1973 Oldsmobile Delta 88 rent a cabin in the woods in Tennessee. The bridge leading up to the cabin is rickety, the woods foreboding and dark, and the cabin itself creaky and abandoned. All seems set for some slasher boogeyman to come stomping out of the dark and start killing promiscuous youngsters. Instead, it’s a combination of the woods themselves and body-possessing demons that start turning the college kids, one by one, into distorted ghouls.
Pretty soon, Bruce Campbell’s Ash is the last man standing: Wrestling, screaming and punching his way through his dead friends and getting bucketfuls of gore all over himself in the process. It’s the simplest of setups, the sort of horror movie that, if written today, would be filled with scenes where the desperate characters try to puzzle out just what the hell is happening to them and why. Fortunately, Raimi isn’t interested in that at all.
A lot of The Evil Dead plays out in creepy atmospheric shots, or camera technique that clearly took a lot of work: A car’s tire bashing through a bridge, shots where it glides through woods or over water. The creatures themselves are fashioned out of elaborate makeup and stop motion animation, with some reverse motion effects thrown in. There’s never really a moment when you don’t know exactly how an effect in The Evil Dead was achieved, but it doesn’t spoil the experience at all: You’re there to watch crazy, transgressive gore and violence and the movie is there to give it to you, and isn’t shy about it in the least.