Back in the 70s, Wes Craven made a name for himself with cheapo drive-in shockers like The Last House on the Left and The Hills Have Eyes that exploited the craziness and creepiness of rural America. But A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984) and Scream (1996) turned Craven into a more avuncular horror figure who backed away from the gleeful sadism of his younger colleagues. My Soul to Take is bloody enough to have earned an R rating, but the gimmicky story line lets you know right away that the movie is all in fun. Sixteen years after a schizophrenic man murders his pregnant wife and escapes from the police, seven kids born that same day—among them the killer’s son, who survived the assault on his mother—begin to turn up dead. There’s some malarkey about each kid having inherited one of the maniac’s personalities, though Craven never does much with that except to point the finger of suspicion at junior.