Imagine this scenario if you will: Shaft goes to investigate weird goings on in The House on Haunted Hill, goes inside and finds a beautiful girl sprawled out in the hall. he gets in, starts to be a sex machine to this particular chick, when it suddenly morphs and he finds himself delivering ten times out of ten to Freddy Kruger. nine months later, there is the pitter patter of tiny feet. and all four of them belong to BONES.
And, surprisingly, it is quite watchable. Snoop cuts a fine figure as the titular Jimmy Bones, the direction is great, with Bruce Dickerson playing games with the structure and imagery of the movie, and hearlding the return of one of the ghost movies biggest staples: maggots.
Such a shame then, that the script is a little patchy. first, delving into sub Elm Street mythology (Bones has his own song!), and throwing in some humour towards the end that changes the tone of the movie way too rapidly. the writers are going for an urban horror classic with this, but the lack of imagination in the original story drags it down to b movie territory. which is unfortunate because this is fun, unsettling and very watchable.
it won't quite fo'shizzle yo nizzle, but give this thizzle a vizzle and enjoy yo bad self. chuch.