Raimi’s return to his roots in prankish horror is ample evidence that the Evil Dead auteur hasn’t lost his knack for giddy-good scares or his adolescent love of all things slimy and gross. For all the Hollywood gloss laid over its EC Comics-style morality, the film doesn’t seem to have any goal other than to goose you and scare you and make you squirm and laugh and laugh at your own laughter. It’s good, malicious fun that is determined to drag you down with it, although most people who venture into a movie with a title like Drag Me to Hell are probably more than happy to go willingly. (Hollywood Jewel 16, Waco, TX)