NOTE: This post was originally published on May 10th, 2019 on Drip
Kevin here. Back in the summer of 1998, the cast, crew and writers of Mystery Science Theater were almost killed by a miserable, feckless, moldy pile of cinematic dung called HOBGOBLINS, by alleged director Rick Sloane. We did survive, though, and the fans loved the episode, and we all went on to live happy, productive lives basking in the glow of Divine Benevolence, forever and ever.
...Until now. What you are about to see in the clip above, is all we could say after having screened, written, reviewed, rehearsed, and recorded our riff for another of Mr. Sloane’s direct-to-video bowel movements, this one called BLOOD THEATRE. Why, you ask? Why in the name of all that is right and good would we take on another Rick Sloane feature? Was it hubris? High Spirits? Blithe indifference? The answer is yes.
Now, we often have the collywobbles after riffing a particularly bad movie, but this, this film and its carking wretchedness undid us. We were undone, and we’ll carry the scars of the experience through many a long, sweaty, nightmare-filled night.
While you, on the other hand, get to benefit from the Riffer’s Rule of Opposites: The worse a movie is for us, the better it is for you! So enjoy our humor and our pain! BLOOD THEATRE!
-kwm
Jason S Perry
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