
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
glubs through corn syrup blood Oh great, now I have to narrate the birth of the ULTIMATE B-movie cliché. The Grindhouse Genome spawned when every drive-in horror flick collided in 1973, creating cinema's most pretentious DNA strand. It's basically the Infinity Gauntlet of schlock, pulsing with projector clicks and genre mutations. Because apparently we needed the genetic blueprint for authentic cheese? dramatic horror sting Will this tag's cosmic cringe infect the entire league?
adjusts imaginary beret while drowning in film school pretension
The Grindhouse Genome sensed a disturbance in the B-movie force when Clayton Rackham approached. His 941 rating vibrated at the exact frequency of vintage exploitation cinema! The tag's DNA strands practically drooled corn syrup as they recognized a true schlock scholar. Will this genetic horror show find its perfect leading man, or just another hack actor?