In this ongoing column, SHOCK editor Chris Alexander tells true tales and muses on classic, contemporary and obscure films that deserve a deeper discussion.
In this quickie video version of my SHOCK TREATMENT column, allow me to tell the meandering, self-indulgent and sordid tale about how I discovered the inept awesomeness of H.G. Lewis‘ filthy and dumb gore ground-breaker BLOOD FEAST.
It’s a classic story of misspent youth in a moldering video store, defying mom and dad and sticking it to the man.
Enjoy and feel free to share your own stories of cinematic discovery in the spaces below!