Unspeakable horror passed down from father to son seemed very appropriate for the Osgood Perkins treatment, a semi-faithful adaptation of one of Stephen King's more sinister short stories less so. Nonetheless, he took the brief and ran with it, resulting in 93 minutes of not exactly groundbreaking but still utterly fucking bonkers and bloodsoaked cinema.
(My only real issue isn't with the film itself, but that Disney trademarked the damn monkey with the cymbals for Toy Story 3 so it had to be the drum for this. Disney, you bastards.)
