You win easily!!!! Mostly because Angela isn’t even looking at you to begin with because she’s more preoccupied with having just decapitated someone, not to mention her penis is showing. Good job!
I can honestly admit that I was addicted to renting horror movies in the 80’s. It’s ok – I know that I had a problem, and I’m here to come clean and try to make things right with all of those who were around me at that time in my life. I can remember renting upwards of 10 movies at a time, some I never even would get around to watching. But the true travesty of all of this, was that there were horror movies that I passed by, and for whatever reason never rented. One of those movies had a pretty tantalizing cover, so I’m not sure what stopped me from giving up my hard-earned dollar to give it a shot in my VCR. And that movie was 1983’s, Terror On Tape.
How on Earth could I not rent a movie that claims to have ‘a compilation of the most terrifying scenes from 20 of the scariest horror movies ever made‘? And if you flipped the cover over, that list of movies included a movie called Vampire Hookers. A movie called Vampire Hookers!! What the hell was I thinking? I guess I was too worried about renting Sleepaway Camp for the tenth time. I actually really dig compilation flicks, and honestly loved Terror In The Aisles which came out about a year later in 1984. I felt like I undoubtably dropped the ball on Terror On Tape, even more so when I found this excerpt on Youtube from it:
Alright. That sealed it for me. Bad costumes, bad acting, and a set piece that looks like it’s straight out of a bad porn movie. This lovely piece of cinema looks like it speaks volumes as to why I love 80’s horror so much. Extra cheese indeed! There’s something endearing about a horror movie that knows where it stands as far as overall quality goes. I definitely need to track down Terror On Tape, but something tells me that it just won’t give me the satisfaction that it would have had I rented it back in 1983. Nevertheless, this looks like required viewing. Off to Ebay I go!
What’s worse than being on the shitter and finding out that you don’t have any toilet paper? Being on the shitter and having a homicidal woman with a penis unleash a bunch of angry bees upon you.
Welcome to this week’s Sunday Bloody Sunday where I’m putting 1983’s loveable slasher flick Sleepaway Camp in the spotlight. More specifically, the scene where our sneaky transgendered killer disrupts Billy’s private time on the toilet with a swarm of bees. Let’s just say that if poor Billy was having a nasty bout of constipation, that was quickly about to be the least of his worries.