"Phantasm", 1979 (Mike)

"Phantasm", 1979

Let's see:

Big Hair and Denim: Check

Massive plotholes as a result of a lost 3 hour print: Check

Gratuitous jam-band sequence: Check

Gratuitous cementary sex scene: Check

Jawa-looking zombie guys: Check

Giant undertaker with his own catchphrase (BWOY!): Check

Floating chrome orb-things that stick themselves in your forehead,
drain you of your blood, spit it out their butts, and, to top it off,
make you pee your pants: Check

Well, goddammit, I must be in 80's-horror-shtick country.

Holy crap, how have I lived a 27 year long existence without seeing
this film?

I won't go into much detail about this thing if you haven't seen it. I
wouldn't want to give away the wholly ridiculous plot twist about the
little Jawa dudes.

Small, Brown, and Low to the Ground.

Watched while consuming: Red Tail Ale

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