Have you ever tried something on that you thought you could fit in, but soon after putting it on, it’s way too tight for you? Sure, you have… this is a fast food world we live in, except in some parts of Africa and Asia and I don’t apologize for bring it up since these parts also don’t have any working electricity.

Anyway, what do you do when that happens? The sensible thing, right? You take the clothes off cursing yourself for being such a fatass that loves Twinkies at 2:00 AM. Thanks to the good people at Uncoached, we see some men that don’t understand the concept of changing from tight clothing.

Sam Raimi’s “Drag Me To Hell” has been widely praised by movie critics everywhere, as you can see from the above. Originally, I didn’t want to see this movie despite liking the “Evil Dead” masterpieces by Raimi because, frankly, it looked dumb in the previews. However, after reading some reviews and finding it necessary to give Raimi a shot, I went to check it out. And after seeing it…

… I’m conflicted.

The movie is not your normal horror flick that makes you hold your breath anticipating the bad guy/girl popping onscreen out of nowhere or has you making fudge in the back of your man-thong (that’s not just me, is it?)… nope, it has that Raimi sense of comedic horror, which isn’t for everyone. Myself, I got it, but it still left me feeling empty inside like that time I ate three boxes of Twinkies after finding out that George Michael was actually gay.

Anyway, the movie did have its moments, but I’m telling you, if the leading lady, Christine Brown, played by Alison Lohman, didn’t get some sort of liquid shot in her face more than a porn star, that was a bad porno. But, obviously, it’s part of the comedy and again I get it. But, it just wasn’t as funny as I would hope. And while I give props for Raimi’s use of the movie’s main plot device, it could have been hidden a little more, so while clever, I knew the ending about 30 minutes or so before the ultimate end.

In all, I give the movie 2.5 stars out of 4.0.