All Night Horror-O-Rama Shock-A-Thon Scare-Fest (Boo!)

Last night, Claire and I went to the six-horror movie Scream-O-Rama at Hamilton's own Starlite Drive-in. It was a blast, although a bit of a sad occasion as the drive-in has been sold and this was their last weekend. Happily, they have been bought by a drive-in theatre chain, so they will survive, although it remains to be seen if the same goofy spirit will carry over to the new place.

Anyway, me and Claire did our best, but we only made it through four horror movies. Let me see, first off was deceased steroid-victim Lyle Alzedo in Destroyer. He played a killer who got the electric chair, but lived, and kept killing members of a film crew who are shooting in the now-abandonned prison. I think. It wasn't what you would call a "good" movie. Or even all that "watchable". In fact, they accidentally showed the reels out of order and Claire and I didn't notice at all. It's one redeeming quality was the 80s power-rock song on the soundtrack entitled "Kiss My Stinky White Ass". Now, who didn't dance to that song at their Prom?

Next up was Daryl Hannah in The Final Terror, a slasher-in-the-woods epic that taught us how to "think like the forest". Very important, but actually, it didn't work. In fact, thinking like the forest was one character's downfall. So, it's a cautionary tale- do not think like the forest. Ever. I'm guessing that Daryl Hannah does not put this movie on her resume. Neither does Joe Pantaliano, who was the star. Neither does the forest.

Also, one thing that bothered me throughout the whole film was why it was the final terror. Were there previous terrors in the series? Or did they really think that this would be the last word in terrors? It seems somehow disrespectful to the later terrors.


Then we saw Popcorn, which shocked us completely by being pretty good. By this time, remember, I had eaten a hamburger, a bag of actual popcorn, two funnel cakes with ice-cream and two cokes. So, it may have been the diabetic coma speaking, but I actually enjoyed this one a lot. It was extremely stupid, but seemed to revel in its stupidity.

Lastly, we saw The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2. I enjoyed this movie, but I liked it when it came out as well. It's nowhere near as good as the first one, but still pretty good on its own. Claire was less fond; as she put it, "Too good to be bad, but too bad to be good." Still, it seemed like a high point to end on, and it was nearly 2 am by this point, so we rushed home to placate the cat and sink into a sugar-and-horror movie induced sleep.

So long, Starlite!