What's truly "absurd" is the Italian notion of Super Bowl parties: watching the big game through all hours of the night (what is this, baseball?), diving face first into a huge plate of spaghetti (you're making it too easy, D'Amato), hiring a babysitter because we're not just sitting at home watching television (we are). Admit it, you were waiting for these adults to start swinging, weren't you?

"He's huge! Not my type at all."

George Eastman triumphantly returns as another…

From what I recall, this was the final nail in the coffin for the second wave of slasher movies. I saw it in theaters, but I guess it bombed. While it's still a neat little movie, I'm glad it didn't spoil the release of the following year's killer-in-the-swamp flick, Hatchet.

Venom concerns a good ol' boy becoming possessed by evil spirits, then targeting a group of teenagers who have some major small town angst. It's a pretty basic post-2000 slasher…

It never fails: every time I listen to The Ohio Express, I want to rewatch Girls Nite Out. Let me stress to you how on-point the soundtrack to this movie is. It's essentially non-stop golden oldies/bubblegum pop spun by an almost omniscient radio DJ who must never sleep. When Tommy James and the Shondells play over the basketball scene, I slump into a warm, fuzzy place for the remainder of the film. The music is just the tip of the…