Grindhouse
Sep 22 - Nov 30, 2025
Current Holder
Jason Ash
Celluloid Cabal
Living Film Reels Editing Reality's Grindhouse Scenes
Obsessed With B-Movie Authenticity
Aspects refreshed Dec 19, 2025
Born from the collective consciousness of every B-movie ever screened at midnight, the Celluloid Cabal manifested when the last authentic drive-in theater closed, its dying projector light crystallizing the spirits of exploitation cinema into a secret society. This clandestine organization now operates from within film reels themselves, recruiting devoted grindhouse disciples to preserve the sacred traditions of schlock horror across Utah's disc golf courses.
The Celluloid Cabal exists as living film stock that can splice itself into any movie projection, manifesting as flickering shadows that dance between frames of authentic B-movie footage. When summoned, it appears as a collection of vintage film reels that spontaneously project conspiracy meetings onto any available surface, complete with grainy footage of hooded figures debating exploitation cinema authenticity. The entity possesses the supernatural ability to edit reality like a film editor cuts scenes, seamlessly splicing authentic grindhouse experiences into ordinary disc golf rounds while maintaining the conspiratorial secrecy that defines true underground cinema culture.
The Celluloid Cabal operates as the shadow organization that coordinates authentic grindhouse experiences across all Horror Hall of Fame venues, recruiting players into their conspiracy while ensuring each league maintains proper exploitation cinema standards through clandestine supernatural intervention.
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Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Jason Ash's Celluloid Cabal (#68) has been updated based on their recent performance in the series.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Jason Ash's Celluloid Cabal (#57) has been updated based on their recent performance in the series.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
glubs through corn syrup blood Oh great, now they've got me narrating the birth of some secret film society. The Celluloid Cabal manifested when the last drive-in died - because apparently even MOVIE THEATERS get dramatic origin stories in this B-movie nightmare I'm trapped in! It's like Fight Club, but with more fog machines and worse acting. What's next, a conspiracy theory about popcorn pricing?
adjusts vintage projector that definitely wasn't here a second ago
The Celluloid Cabal sensed a disturbance in the B-movie force when Jason Ash stepped onto the course. His 817 rating practically screamed "leading man material" - you know, the kind who survives until at least the third act! The tag chose him after witnessing his throw sail through morning mist like a perfectly choreographed horror scene. Will this PDGA 288625 auteur direct us to glory, or is he just another victim waiting for his close-up?