The metaphysical horror comedy novel John Dies at the End is a gonzo mash-up of Stephen King and William Burroughs that’s overflowing with creativity and gleeful weirdness. For his adaptation, Don Coscarelli (Phantasm, Bubba Ho-Tep) manages to cram as much of the novel’s key plot points and batshit insanity into 90 minutes as possible. The result is a relentless blast of humor and gore that’s destined for cult classic status, but not without its share of hiccups. The good far outweighs the bad though, and it’s safe to say that John is going to leave fans rabid for more adventures with inexplicable mind-altering drugs and inter-dimensional leech creatures.

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Last week our own Patrick (Rockadoodle) Cooper texted me that he had finished the novel John Dies At The End. He told me it was deec but that he was still excited for the movie. Being an egregious uncultured asshole, I hadn’t heard of the novel or the movie adaptation. I went about correcting this, and I have since watched the trailer way too many times. Surreal and hypnotic, it seems to be tying directly into the part of my brain that loves the game Alan Wake  or the novel House of Leaves.

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