Youd think, then, that this would be enough grotesquery for now.
Of course, youd be wrong, as were about to find out.
And obviously terrible, too, in case that needed pointing out.
Case in point: Id stumbled into the middle of an evil, insidious cult of chainsaw-worshiping maniacs.
I had to wonder if wed let our religious freedom go too far in this country.
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If we were doing bad film Top Trumps (quick!
someone get on Kickstarter!
were more accustomed to and an existential mob classic to boot.
to scientist Penelope Ann Millers unnecessarily sleazy colleague just begging to get got.
You know the drill (warning: more puns to follow).
Well, the same happens here, alright?
It seems that not a month goes by without yet another John Carpenter re-release.
Note the name of the director used to sell an otherwise forgettable product and you catch my drift.
