Grindhouse
Sep 22 - Nov 30, 2025
Current Holder
Kevin Harrison
Matinee Menace
Living Projection of Matinee Horror Flicks
Projector Always Jams on Critical Putts
Aspects refreshed Dec 16, 2025
Born from the collective psychic energy of countless grindhouse matinee screenings where audiences gathered in darkened theaters to experience cheap thrills during daylight hours. The Matinee Menace manifested when the boundary between afternoon safety and B-movie horror dissolved, creating an entity that carries the essence of every exploitation film ever shown when the sun was still up.
The Matinee Menace exists as a shifting amalgamation of film grain and shadow, constantly flickering between translucent and solid form like a poorly projected image. It emanates the distinctive scent of stale popcorn mixed with aging celluloid, while its presence causes temperatures to drop as if old theater air conditioning had suddenly kicked in. Its movements are accompanied by the subtle mechanical clicking of film reels, and it casts multiple overlapping shadows that strobe and flicker like malfunctioning projection equipment.
The Matinee Menace ensures that no Horror Hall of Fame venue can offer refuge during daylight hours, systematically corrupting the perceived safety of afternoon disc golf rounds into authentic grindhouse terror experiences that maintain series continuity across all locations.
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Kevin Harrison's Matinee Menace (#44) has been updated based on their recent performance in the series.
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Kevin Harrison's Matinee Menace (#7) has been updated based on their recent performance in the series.
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Kevin Harrison's Matinee Menace (#52) has been updated based on their recent performance in the series.
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Kevin Harrison's Matinee Menace (#19) has been updated based on their recent performance in the series.
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?