Much Voodoo About Nothing

If there is one universal truth that would-be travellers should have picked up over the years of absorbing Hollywood movies, it's that no good can come from visiting the American South. You might well find some tasty jambalaya but, if films are to be believed, you'll probably end up being chased by in-bred psychopaths, assaulted by banjo-playing rural folk or coerced into sexual congress with some kind of four-legged mammal. But, even these terrible fates cannot compare to the subject of Dimension Films' latest Louisiana-set horror: the black art of voodoo. Whodoo? Well, we're glad you asked. I Know What You Did Last Summer's Jim Gillespie is taking the helm to direct a band of nubile young actors who will doubtless end up stuck with pins, smeared with chicken blood and sacrificed to the spirit of Papa Leba, all without so much as seeing the Mardi Gras parade. Good old Southern hospitality eh? The list of victims will be fronted by 'Method Man' Clifford Smith