Man, I was all set to roll out some sweet Psycho shit for this occasion until I realized that B-Sol had already done so with a distinctly Danzig twist on his magnificent Vault of Horror blog. So here’s something else, entirely.
Here we are 25 years later and my mom still doesn’t get my fascination with horror but instead of having me committed all those years ago, she introduced me to H.P. Lovecraft and that has to stand for something.
My lovely wife, Nise, mother to our crazy daughter (who I caught rocking out to Goin’ Blind by KISS today) also has to put up with my bullshit and has sat through some absolutely repellent garbage in the name of movie criticism. So to the both of you, I love you very much you play a huge role in the founding and continuation of Cinema Suicide.
So to all you righteous moms out there, morbid or not, here’s a big thanks to you all.