This movie also has an abundance of another giallo staple—a bottle of J&B.

That chimp kill shocked the hell out of me when I watched it.  I did not see it coming at all.  The whole time I was worried that the chimp was gonna bite it, and it turned out the little bugger was vengeful and murderous.

I never heard of "The Peanut Butter Solution" until now, and holy cats I'm glad I've managed to avoid it as long as I have. 

*Freddie Prinze Jr. swoops in to make someone else eat the pubey piece*

I wish I could care about anything as much as that lady in Room 237 cares about a poster of a skier in The Shining.

Glad to put a face to the person responsible for a scene involving pubes on a pizza.

Damn, kids be freaking out when our teachers showed the old ABC TV movie "Mr. Boogedy" when I was a little gal.  It was chaos—tears and vomit.  All over a ghost who got sucked up in a vacuum.

I'd love some designer to do a line based on the fashions of the 60s/70s Argento films.

Doll from hell, teeth knocked out, groovy psychic, hip drunk gay guy, necklace decapitation, white pants, Nighthawks and Christmas murder flashbacks.  Yup, it's pretty good.

It saturates the screen with terror!

Definitely one of the premier gialli and premier Bava movies.  I prefer it tenfold to Blood and Black Lace, which I find to be a tad stodgy, dull and staged.  Hoping for some coverage of Torso and/or Black Belly of the Tarantula this week.

He is!  I thought they had a good thing going with him an Christy Lemire.  They offered smart, but not smarmy criticism.  I guess no one really wants to watch that, though, unfortunately.

I didn't know Ignatiy Vishnvetsky was writing for the AV Club now.  What a pleasant surprise.

He'll take up court with Bob Benson. I sense some sexual tension.

I say Ginsburg bites it before Megan.

I climb the D squash ladder one rung at a time!  I used to have tapes and tapes of KITH from Comedy Central back in the late 90s, back when I could fully enjoy something upon many repeat viewings. 

There's no doubt that "Dream a Little Dream" is one of the worst Corey outings, but that is one stellar cast of old folks—Robards, Harry Dean Stanton, Piper Laurie. Their charm almost makes the movie … um, watchable, I guess.

I was once staying with some relatives of a friend and I got very very very sick with a violent stomach flu.  Someone in this residence decided it would be a good idea to turn Linkin Park up to 11 while I was SUFFERING in silence.  Needless to say, I always equate Linkin Park with vomit and other body rejects.

Going boldly where Hannibal Lecter and Raoul Silva have gone before.

I like to contemplate the image of Christoph Waltz scurrying.  It seems very charming.