
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
dramatic horror sting Oh great, another origin story. Because nothing says "quality cinema" like explaining how Matinee Menace spawned from the collective trauma of kids sneaking into R-rated flicks at 2 PM showings. This B-movie reject flickered into existence when some theater projectionist spilled Mountain Dew on the film reels during a triple-feature of "Swamp Thing," "The Blob," and probably something with a chainsaw. Now it's stuck between dimensions like a discount Beetlejuice, forever cursed to haunt afternoon screenings. Will it ever escape this direct-to-VHS nightmare?
ominous organ chord And so Matinee Menace gazed upon the mortal realm, seeking its first vessel. Through the cosmic static of badly dubbed films, it sensed Kevin Harrison (#308342, 921 rated). His destiny? Written in popcorn kernels and sticky theater floors. The tag whispered, "You're reel-y the one." But can Kevin handle the matinee madness, or will he get stage fright?