Saturday Night At The Movies: Sick, So Surveying Spooky Cinema

I have one asskicking migraine this evening, so I'm staying in and watching crappy spooky movies with my glasses off instead.

Just watched Roger Corman's A BUCKET OF BLOOD for the first time in forever. It's exponentially better than its budget normally promised or demanded, but somehow its 66 minutes still drag a bit. I can't decide if it's just too little plot for a feature [we all see where the story's going after the second murder, right?] or if the film's mise en scene is just too flat to let things build properly. Still, it's nice to see Dick Miller in a lead role for a change, and I love the poetry-in-jazz character's Monte Wooley cadence and beard, and that he wears sandals with a tuxedo.

Next: Deciding if I'm really desperate enough to pay $2.50 for a 2-liter of [headache-easing] Diet Pepsi with a delivered pizza, then PLAN 9 FROM OUTER SPACE, maybe followed by THE PUMPKIN EATER if it's not too scary.

[The last joke goes out to all nine friends of mine who get it without consulting with IMDB first.]