Man, I can’t catch a break. The first (comparatively) decent looking film in the Mills Creek Chilling Classics set I’m wading through, and I’m hosed about ten minutes in by a defective disc. Actually, I knew the disc was messed up, as I had to start Memorial Valley Massacre like five times before it played. (If that’s not the very definition of masochism…) In other words, the films on the outside of the disc–Death Rage and Medusa–were fine, but the interior films were messed up. And this one was really messed up, so it’s no go.
Too bad. Grading on a curve, Deadtime Stories looked like it would have a modicum of wit and some actually affection for the genre. In lieu of a brief review, then, here’s the catchy title song:
After that, on to the four films on disc two. Hopefully all of the remaining discs will work. That’s for after B-Fest, though.
