Years ago I picked up a couple films from the 99cent store for a Halloween party. Just looking for something creepy, old, to freak out/open minds of the squares in attendance. At first, dissapointment set in opening my wallet to wait for re-imbursement. Then came the party and the ambiance I was forcing, destroyed as set-up time came to the end. Guests arrived, girl in charge of the AV, “forgot” to turn on the set and by the time I was through playing security guard wet nurse to drunken retards of all ages realized that nothing had happened.
Day after, ticked, cleaning up the booze soaked floor remembering the men dressed as women, housewife sluts steppin out on hubby, stringbean mid-class-west-forgotten girls clammoring for attention. Popped the flicks in and marvelled at Corman’s elegance, Venice skyline,noir grit and beat.
FF to this week, littleones in bed, sweetheart asleep and I flip on the television..and catch Vincent Price in “The Masque of the red Death”….