I need to explain something to all my adoring fans who do not know the real me...
I LOVE TRASHY STUPID B-RATED HORROR MOVIES. I MEAN LOVE. LIKE "TINGLE IN MY SPECIAL PLACES" LOVE. LOVE, LOVE, LOVE. IS THIS CLEAR ENOUGH? LOVE.
So, last Friday night, I realized I had no reason to get up early on Saturday. None. Seriously rare occurence in my life. Therefore, I decided to stay up late and watch bad television. Always a treat. I surfed, flipped, watched two episodes of "What Not to Wear" (little in love with Clinton) and some interview with Michael Buble who is actually really funny. Then, about midnight, I stubbled upon something. Black and white...good. Lon Chaney Jr....good. Grown women in little girl clothing...good. Spiders...good. Imbecile man kept in small confined areas...good. I think to myself, "Ooooo, Pollywog, you've happened upon a good'un." I got all settled in my recliner, pulled a blanket over me, fixed my pillow behind my head and prepared to enjoy a crappy old film. Then I promptly fell asleep. Damn. Damn, damn, damn.

My point is if you can get your hands on this movie, please watch it. It is soooooo fucked up in the most glorious way. Would make for great October entertainment.
1 comment:
You and Rob Zombie share the same taste in movies! How comforting?
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