'My Soul To Take,' the latest from seasoned horror director Wes Craven, is a truly fascinating film. In order to appreciate what is fascinating about it, however, one must approach the film the same way they would the body of a frog or snake that has been mutated by toxic waste and preserved under glass as a painful reminder of what can happen when known polluters are allowed to continue about their business unsupervised. It has all of the right body parts to be a movie, but it has too many of them and they all unify together in ways that are both baffling and impossible for survival. And like a frog with seven legs and two heads, it is simultaneously saddening, horrifying, and totally engrossing to watch 'My Soul To Take' go about its fleeting life blissfully unaware that it's an abomination.
If such a comparison sounds overly harsh or even sensationalist, then you clearly haven't seen Craven's defiantly bad slasher. Yes, in his better days Craven gave the world 'A Nightmare on Elm Street,' 'The Serpent and the Rainbow,' and 'Scream,' but keep in mind that he's also responsible for 'Cursed,' 'Shocker,' 'The Hills Have Eyes Part II,' 'Chiller' and 'Vampire in Brooklyn.' The man is certainly capable of making less-than-stellar horror films and 'My Soul To Take' is unfortunately one of them.