It is reviews like this that give me hope that Silent Hill is going to be exactly my kinda movie...
Luckily, “Silent Hill” is the kind of screwy epic that has those particular qualities in abundance and the result is perhaps the most perversely entertaining bad movie I’ve seen since “Constantine.”
In fact, I would guess that about 95% of those of you still reading this are likely to regard it as one of the worst movies ever made. However, that other 5%, the 5% who, God bless them, revel at the sight of a film that revels in gleefully pushing the boundaries of sanity and good taste, are going to have a blast watching it.
(Here's the full review from hollywoodbitchslap.com)
I also tend to push the boundaries of good taste in my life, but not the same way Pyramid Head will. I've played the game. And I do worry about myself because when I saw the Pyramid Head version of the poster, my first thought was, "Ooh, nice arms."
And for the record: Pyramid Head and Buckethead are not even vaguely related. Not even the raping, murdering, damned undead will go anywhere near Axl Rose these days. One has to have standards.
Currently Listening to: Outshined, by Soundgarden