Why? Well, it stars horror legends Kane Jason Hodder, Robert Freddy Krueger Englund, and Tony Candyman Todd for starters. Then there's the story. I like it, despite the bad grammar:
Once there was a boy named Victor Crowley. He was born hideously deformed, and sadly, folks weren’t too kind to him. So he spent most of his life hidden in his Daddy’s house out in the bayou.The film will be premiering at the Tribeca Film Festival later this month- check out the official Hatchet website for more details. Can't wait to get my hands on this one!
One Halloween night, the local children came throwing firecrackers at the house to tease and scare him. And the old Crowley house caught fire. When Victor’s Daddy arrived home, the house was in flames. He went to the barn, grabbed himself a hatchet, and started chopping down the front door. But what he didn’t know was that Victor was pressed up against the other side, trying to get out. He hit him square in the face with that hatchet... and poor Victor Crowley died.
The old man went into mourning and became a recluse after that. Never left the house. Never spoke to anyone. He finally passed away about ten years later. And that's when the stories started.
They say people tend to disappear in that swamp. And if you get close enough to the old Crowley house at night you can still hear Victor Crowley.Still roaming in the woods.Still crying for his Daddy.
This is a boring post. Time to liven things up a bit with a picture of Superfly Jimmy Snuka doing what he does best...being superfly. Here comes the leopard print PAIN!