One of the drive-ins in my area had a double-feature of Ghost and Road House for Patrick Swayze a couple weeks ago. I almost wanted to go because you don't get that kind of unabashed drive-in fun these days. The only reason I love re-organizing the '70s newspapers at work is to check out drive-in ads; only a few of them are still running. One of them, Skyborn, was nicknamed Skyporn for years. I photocopied so many of those ads that I used them as the background for a personal art project.

There's something so much more fun about paying to watch schlock projected on a screen rather than renting it and watching it at home. What especially bothers me with modern B-movies is that they try too hard and the actors don't take their parts serious enough. Schlock cannot be forced, it must naturally occur. It's a shame that the Italian film industry isn't like it used to be in the '70s and '80s; if it was, Lindsay Lohan could have a career revival in giallos and Emmanuelle knock-offs and I would gladly pay to watch them. I want more post-apocalyptic nonsense, too.

And I'd pay to see roller derby girls fighting zombies.