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It is a sad fact of life that many cinematic gems go unappreciated by the general masses. Over the course of time, under the constant barrage of so called "film critics" these treasures slip through the cracks to be forgotten by most. But not all.For while the general masses flock to the epics, the romantic comedies, the westerns and all things film noir, there is a small faithful group that keeps the purest, dare we say the greatest, the highest of the cinematic art form alive. That of course being the B movie monster flick.
Stitch is sitting, absolutely entranced, on a table top with his eyes glued to the television above Bar as "The Killer Shrews" blares its dramatic soundtrack. Periodically a hand grasps about until it snags a fist full of popcorn from the enormous bowl sitting beside him.
Stitch is sitting, absolutely entranced, on a table top with his eyes glued to the television above Bar as "The Killer Shrews" blares its dramatic soundtrack. Periodically a hand grasps about until it snags a fist full of popcorn from the enormous bowl sitting beside him.