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Posted by Christopher Waldrop
May 26, 2007 |
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 At the risk of undermining my comments on the films of Roger Corman and, in particular, A Bucket Of Blood, a very funny conversation took place between me and my parents one night. I’d never heard of the film until I picked it up as part of a DVD collection that included Little Shop Of Horrors (the only reason I bought it), The Terror, and The Wasp Woman (the less said about those two the better). A few months later I had dinner with my parents. My mother was describing a recent art exhibit of life-size statues they’d been to. As they walked through the gallery she’d turned to my father and said, “This reminds me of A Bucket Of Blood.“ She then explained going to see this movie was one of their first dates.
My father turned to me and said, “Have you ever heard of A Bucket Of Blood?” I said, “Heard of it? I have it on DVD!”
My mother was mildly surprised, while my father simply rolled his eyes, as if to say, “Only our son…”

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