I love a good decapitation in the afternoon. 'Tis the season to be bloody. Now's the time when my DVD player heats up from the countless Friday the 13th s and various 80s slasher flicks I play in order to get in the ghoulish mood for October 31. Forget those post- Scream , PG-13 remakes that dominate the current box office. I prefer my horror visceral, unabashedly budgeted at three dollars, and in the words of Jada Pinkett Smith, featuring dumbass white chicks with Aqua Net hair "gettin' their dumb white asses Cut. The. F**k. Up." I will not bow my head in shame for owning DVDs of the following: 1988's Cheerleader Camp : See short shorts-wearing Leif Garrett run from a pom-pom-carrying killer in the woods. Money shot: Ditzy Pam gets a pair of gardening shears shoved through the back of her neck. 1987's Return to Horror High features George Clooney in a role (as an actor named...George) that sees him getting butchered within the first ten minutes of t
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