Today I would like to tell you a heartwarming, life-affirming story about a couple of mismatched ragtag writers from the mean streets who took one last chance on their dream, and how, through the kindness of bloggers, blog readers, MST fans, and other assorted weirdoes, their dream paid off, meaning that some people bought copies of their book. Yes, it’s the feel good hit of the summer, in that, thanks to you, I didn’t lose my life saving publishing this book, and so the kitties get fed for at least the rest of the month.
Seriously, Scott and I wish to thank those of you who have purchased our book, Better Living Through Bad Movies. We are honored and touched by your faith in us, and in your kind words about our work. We love you guys!
So, to thank you and to cater to your obvious interest in bad cinema we are proposing a little exercise in masochism: you suggest movies for the Better Living treatment, and Scott and I promise to both watch AND summarize the top two vote-getters. We will also try to derive some heartwarming, life-affirming, feel-good lessons from them, if we survive the experience.
So, come on, it’s payback time, and this time it’s personal! (But remember, Scott and I have only two days left to retirement, so we’re undoubtedly doomed, DOOMED! Not to mention, mad I tell you, MAD!)
So, we put our fates in your hands. P.S. Werewolf in a Girls’ Dormitory was the last movie I watched, which tells you a little too much about me. But I did it all for YOU, and someday I will give you my report on this film. And then the tables will be turned, Mr. Bond!
I didn’t buy the book because you guys are cool, you know. Sunday Cinema pretty well sold it.
And you already did my pick–Zardoz. In light of this, I feel it would be immoral to ask you to review “Mansquito” or any other Sci Fi Channel flick.
Okay, in the interests of esprit de corps, Customer Service, Rent ‘n Riff Alumni solidarity, and self-flagellation, I went to Netflix and queried KISS Meets the Phantom of the Park. They don’t have it. I checked Amazon. It’s not available.
To paraphase Lord Peter Wimsey, I have not run like a scalded cat from the first whiff of grapeshot; rather, I have received the order to retreat, and can march out with all the honors of war.
On a somewhat grimmer note, Amazon has both Graffiti Bridge and Under the Cherry Moon. And for some reason, Amazon insisted that if I was interested in the Prince oeuvre, then I’d be sure to enjoy Mrs. Soffel.