So, this is what Roman Numerated sequel to this series, Part IV?
Let’s see. Yeah, that’s right. Sypher. Stripper. Bowen. Gaudio.
One of the cottage industries I’ve embarked upon since my retirement from the Bar, is reviewing films for public radio, a dalliance really, but I take it seriously.
I choose never to view or review slasher or horror flicks. The last one I believe I saw was “Macabre” in ’58, a William Castle movie, where you got a $1500 life insurance policy in case you died of a heart attack during the showing. My 13 year old pals and I sat in the balcony and laughed our way through the whole thing. To the annoyance of others in attendance.
OK, I did see “Psycho.” Anyway, get to the point, c d, I hate such fare, am not entertained a bit.
I couldn’t tell you the difference between “Saw” and “A Quiet Place,” between Freddy Krueger and that guy standing by the chainsaws in that TV commercial, where the dunderheaded HS kids don’t get in the running auto and escape.
But, as a lifelong close observer of U of L sports, I can’t take my eyes off the screen, when yet another of these Cardinal dumpster fire plotlines premieres.
It’s getting oh so so very old.
This week, it was the filing of his Sentencing Memorandum, by Dino Gaudio’s attorney. Continue reading Nightmare on Floyd Street, Part ??