Leaves…what a nuisance. I just wish someone would make a film where those dead bastards knew the cold steel touch of a rake. Well, it appears my dark prayers have been answered, because here comes the new yard-centric fright fest The Raking!

    Wait just a monstrous minute, this film isn’t about Autumn based lawn maintenance at all, rather it appears to concern a gaggle o’ co-eds who head out into the desert for a camping trip cum research project to prove the validity of an urban legend involving some cretinous creature known as The Rake; a fearsome fingered beastie that feeds during the Equinox…which wouldn’t you know lines right up with our heroes frolic! Not to ruin anything for you creeps, but these kids are ill-equipped to handle a bottle opener, let alone face a legendary murder machine, so asses are dutifully destroyed.

    Let me tell you, I love a fright flick that knows exactly what it is, and goes for the gold with tenacity, and The Raking does just that. It’s an uncomplicated creature feature, filled with cardboard cut-out characters that exist only to feel the rage of a rampaging horror. And speaking of said “horror”, I give my undying respect to this flick for spending what money that had where it counts; namely on a kick ass creature suit that is delightfully practical in this day of CG rendered nonsense. In short, a cool creature stalks some idiots and we get what we payed for (eventually)!

    So about that “eventually” above, after the cold open, this flick takes a bit to get where it’s going monster-wise. There’s a bit of character interaction that chances are you won’t give a good god damn about, before we get to that hoary ol’ chestnut; the campfire tale (which leads to the immortal line “ghost stories make me horny”). Following that nonsense, things pick up and all hell breaks loose as the creature stalks it’s prey!

    The Raking is a traditional creature feature; wafer-thin (though not unlikable) characters get offed in various and sundry ways by a vicious legendary creature, and because of this uncomplicated approach the film ends up being a very fun time in the ol’ horror biz indeed!

    Daniel XIII
    Daniel XIII; the result of an arcane ritual involving a King Diamond album, a box of Count Chocula, and a copy of Swank magazine, is a screenwriter, actor, artist, and reviewer of fright flicks…Who hates ya baby?

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