At least more crazy and active than other Hooper films, but it still further demonstrates his flash-in-the-pan stature in horror. It's easy to get sick of what this loud irritant is shoveling out really fast.
It's a Stephen King story about a possessed laundry machine that kills and folds people. You don't go into a movie like this expecting something complex like The Shining or The Green Mile. Still, for a ludicrously trashy yarn with shoddy acting and off-kilter pacing, Tobe Hooper manages to make it "work," thanks in part to a gloriously hammy performance from Robert Englund.