The Devil's Rejects: Critic Reviews

Zombie's characters are, to put it mildly, undeveloped.

Despite its nearly nonstop torrent of gore, The Devil's Rejects is not really a horror film. It's a compendium of tributes and references to horror films of the past.

A little of this will go a long way, and besides, who wants to see someone torturing Three's Company's Priscilla Barnes in a roach motel?

The movie turns quickly into a somewhat clumsily handled chase structure, with no clear point or end.

For the right audience, this movie is the butt-kicking, dirt-talking, blood-spurting equivalent of beautiful music.

Rob Zombie proves he's a filmmaker to be taken seriously -- or at least not to be considered a total joke -- but he still hasn't figured out how to fashion something more than the sum of his enthusiasms.

By rubbing your nose in this hillbilly mayhem, Zombie all but dares you to acknowledge your liberal elitism.

The movie features some of the ugliest people and most disgusting behavior this side of I Spit on Your Grave.

A kind of heedless zeal transforms its horrors. The movie is not merely disgusting, but has an attitude and a subversive sense of humor.

Offensively inhuman, uninspired and cruelly unoriginal.

There is no anchor to this madness. The authorities are just as psychotic and sadistic as the villains. Everyone on TV is a polyester buffoon.

It is grim, unrelenting and savage, and it is destined to become a genre classic. After seeing this one, you won't just lock your doors, you'll nail planks over your windows.

Irredeemable trash, plain and simple, gratuitously violent and sadistic and aimed at people who derive entertainment from watching other human beings suffer.

Pic is a brutal, punishing yet mordantly amusing work that far outpaces its predecessor in its grisly single-mindedness of vision.

This is a perfect B-movie, full of wicked dread.

Hear this futile plea: Look in the mirror, Zombie. Show some class. Making people sick is no way to make a name for yourself. Even a fake name.

If one is hip to the references (and, proudly or not, I am), it's amazing to see how precisely the metal-punk- turned-moviemaker Zombie channels the gleefully nihilistic tone and even the low-budget bleached-out quality of his disreputable inspirations.

If we're supposed to hang out with these creeps in order, eventually, to like them, well, we don't.

The Devil's Rejects doesn't just deserve to be rejected, but to be buried in a hole so dank that no one will discover it.

Gets the cult midnight movie vibe down cold.

Indefensible on a moral level, Rob Zombie's perversely watchable follow-up to his much-reviled cult hit House of 1000 Corpses is loaded with filmmaking energy.

Crass, vacuous exercise in grind-house stylistics.

Now that's more like it, Rob. See? See what happens when you get it right?

The Devil's Mercy: Housing crisis horror with typical clueless ones who never think to dial the cops, cancel their lease, or even summon a doctor for the weirdly ailing hubby, but with enough shockers to make you not think about moving any time soon.