Strong-sighted people are such a drag. Have you ever chased one through a dimly lit forest at dusk? Exactly. They get away nearly every time. Give us a glasses-wearing nerd any day. They’re ours. All ours. Every time.
There’s nothing more thrilling than being matched with a worthy opponent: pound for pound, weapon for weapon, step for achingly slow step. It’s every zombie’s dream come true. (Warning: some R-rated Cockney expletives) Cockneys vs. Zombies (2012)
Chases through the woods: You run and run and run, with the killers just steps behind you, even though they don’t seem out of breath at all. And all of a sudden, it’s like they completely disappeared. You lost him! Or so you think. Every babysitter-hating psycho killer or fang-bearing…
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Featuring movie essays from the Head Monsters of SML and others that explore our love for horror cinema! Published by the Collinsport Historical Society.
