Guys. The point of the movie was to not die. What are you doing? Running around blindfolded. Bumping into doors and posts. Injuring small children. Robbing banks. Crashing cars. You know what? Keep doing it. We’ll just grab a mojito, kick back, and watch. Thanks for making our job easy.
Somehow, you’ve gotten yourself locked overnight in an abandoned mansion and your friends are dropping dead right and left. Somewhere in the house is a murderer. And if you don’t find them, you could be the next fine cube cut. “Let’s split up,” you say. “Find the killer before he…
We’ve been waiting for you. For centuries, we’ve sat in the cold, damp silence of our tomb. We’ve lost strength, we’ve lost body mass, we’ve slowly been eaten alive by flesh-eating beetles. But the one thing we have held onto was our hope. Hope that one day some dumb American…
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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.
