Back in the ol’ Hangover Theatre saddle for a time. I decided on the Transporter duo, enjoyed by Higginbottom, and available at Target in a gift box for 9.99, thanks to the inability of people to figure out what to get their fathers for Father’s Day.
I’m pretty sure my wise cohort TK will agree (even though we’re currently fighting until Sunday — when the Celtics twist the knife), Hangover Theatre’s are infinitely more fun to write than straight-up reviews (where he opts for classic and I opt for spastic), because you get to pander directly to the audience. And pander I do.
I can’t help I’m a shameless attention whore. But, this weekend, I get a rare treat. I finally get the cinematic equivalent of NOFX record, or TK’s glorious review of Zombie Strippers. I get to do the Troma films, Poultrygeist: Night of the Chicken Dead.
Panderphile.