If you like 'em seasoned (cougary or MILFy, for you kiddies)—WHICH I DO—then definitely.

Whoah.

Went to a Pink show a few months back, and marveled at the crowd demographics:

VIRUSES!!!

It's not a cartoon—it's a documentary.

I worked with a Cajun guy who sounded JUST like Boomhauer.

Being a vintage nostalgia guy, I'd wager Gary's ZOIDS love goes all the way back to 1982, when they were American toys by Tomy.

As ridicul-awesome as the flick is, it's really a hollow, unintentional parody of the whole blaxploitation genre.  Kelly is a tool of The Man in that flick, and definitely not stickin' it to Him.

I've met Saxon.

A few years back, I attended a screening of "Enter The Dragon" hosted by Mr. Kelly himself.  One of those Alamo Drafthouse shindigs.

Blue Falcon & Dynomutt.  Hong Kong Phooey.

For me, all talk about "sexuality being a choice" is utterly dismissed by, of all things, 'The Buford Files / The Galloping Ghost' show.

I loved the first flick.

The absolutely best song on the album.  It's sublime.

That book was 'Alfred Hitchcock's Monster Museum', and that's where I, too, first read "Homecoming".  (And "Slime".  And "King Of The Cats".)  It was the 1982 edition, with the creepy kid holding a green spider web.

"Homecoming" was the story that resonated most with me, because I WAS that isolated, lonely, plain little kid with an abominable sister.  Except I didn't have a beloved Uncle Einar to make it bearable.

Yep, 'Intruder' is what you're thinking of.  1989.

Hey, I am, too!

It's one of my absolutely favorite superhero movies, and immanently quotable.

I quote that latter McDonald line far more than I should.