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Ah, memories

I was reflecting on the movies in this week's BMM review. Redneck Zombies, in particular.

See, it was part of how this whole bad movie thing started out for me. I mean, I'd literally grown up on Mystery Science Theater 3000, so finding mirth in awfulness wasn't new to me. But actually trying my own hand at that kind of amusement? That's much newer.

See, this all started last summer, right after the Grand Blackout of 2010, when we lost power for a week. Some friends stayed over to keep me company/ sane. After we got power back, one friend, Pixel, announced a powerful craving for zombie movies. So I  found a nice zombie collection on demonoid. It had many fantastic sounding films to watch, but Redneck Zombies stood out.

That zombie collection combined with emboldening experience of seeing The Room in a theater with other hecklers got me started on this whole Bad Movie Monday review track.

Ah, memories.

Some time later, I can't remember how much, I acquired Creature from the Hillbilly Lagoon. I mean, who could resist that title?

Some months after that—basically last week—I realized I could do a pretty easy cop-out review just by comparing them. My mind is like lightning, folks.

So yeah, it was nice to finally get those movies reviewed. I'd already been comparing them for people when they'd ask for recommendations. Plus, I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed Redneck Zombies until I rewatched it.

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