Conclusion: Wes Craven's muddled (both visually and from a narrative standpoint) 'My Soul to Take' is absolutely abysmal, the work of a fine genre filmmaker who is absolutely spinning his wheels. (Compared to this, his mismanaged werewolf flick 'Cursed' looks like a Palm d'Or-worthy affair.
Excerpt: Written and directed by none other than Wes Craven, the man who gave us visceral, gut churning horror classics like A Nightmare On Elm Street and Last House On The Left, 2010’s My Soul To Take looked like it could be a return to form for Craven.
Excerpt: There’s a lot going on as My Soul To Take opens, so much that viewers could be forgiven for thinking they’ve walked into the end of the movie by mistake. A serial killer is on the loose and identifiable only by his weapon of choice: a mean-looking knife with the word “vengeance” written on it.
Summary: Het idyllische stadje Riverton wordt opgeschrikt door een moordenaar met meerdere persoonlijkheden. De ‘Riverton Ripper’ verdwijnt na een spoor van dood en verderf achter te hebben gelaten. Men vermoed dat hij toch aan zijn verwondingen overleden was.