Well, back to reality. Sigh.
So we started our make-up, double-length T-Fest with some unofficial showings on Thursday, Oct 1, several hours after I arrived in Dallas. Arthur, Sandy’s son, had never seen Dracula vs Frankenstein. Sandy is the proud owner of Severin’s massive sets of all 32 (!) Al Adamson, so we started the weekend off with that. It still isn’t very good, which I admit isn’t a bold stand. The scariest things about the film on Sandy’s gigantic TV was Greydon Clark’s zebra-striped pants.
Sandy’s followed this up with T-35, a nifty Russian WWII movie about a crew of improbably stalwart Soviet tankers single-handedly wiping out many, many German tanks. It was short and punchy and quite entertaining.
Then we went to bed, dreaming of the official kick-off of things the next day.