Once, just after the Great Depression, I had the good fortune to go to the local "picture theater", where they were showing the movie Zombie-Vampire-Werewolf-Ninja-Frankensteins in Love, and on Fire.
I was excited, as many many years prior, during my time in Wood Shop in school, I had painstakingly made a special wooden popcorn-holder with my name engraved on it, and which I planned to go see a movie with, one day, once the Depression was over and I could actually afford a movie ticket.
So, along I went with my popcorn holder, which I made sure was filled with due care by the popcorn lady at the Picture Theater Candy Counter, only to find myself suddenly dismayed at being somehow seated in the wrong theater, once the lights had gone down, and my prized popcorn holder and my beverage were in place, in my cup-holders, situated on either side of my chair.
As a result, instead, I saw: Zombie-Vampire-Werewolf-Ninja-Frankensteins in Love and on Fire - #2: THE RETURN of the Zombie-Vampire-Werewolf-Ninja-Frankensteins in Love and on Fire.
The story wasn't so great, but from what I could gather, previously, some Zombie-Vampire-Werewolf-Ninja-Frankensteins had fallen in love, but sadly, then caught fire.
The Special Visual Effects were pretty good though, which perhaps is about all you can hope for.
They were special, they were visual, and they were effective. I will say, found myself completely hypnotized by the color-and-movement of their moving colors.
But also, some young punk sitting right next to me with his punky girlfriend ate my popcorn.
I hate that.
When the movie was over, and we all walked out at the end, I cornered him in the crowded Lobby, and I beat the living crap out of him while his girlfriend and a crowd of onlookers watched.
Then, I remembered I had left my ticket stub back on my seat, and I wanted to validate my parking, so I went back and found a whole uneaten popcorn sitting in my special wooden popcorn holder. Maybe I got confused about which popcorn was which or something.
Anyway, I validated my parking, so it was a pretty good evening, I guess.
I guess I would give the movie 2-and-three-eighths, out of 2-and-three-eighths stars.
Uncle Stupid
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