Be Kind, Rewind

Listen, it's okay to have a room dedicated to Exorcism, maybe even two, but a whole entire house? That's just greedy. Surely you live with other people who want to use that house and those rooms for their own purposes, who says it's up to you that the entirety of the home is to be dedicated solely to the act of Exorcism? Rude, quite frankly, you selfish twit. Why can't you just rent a hotel room like normal people who perform their nefarious acts out of the public eye. Honestly, at first glance, there's a lot to enjoy from this box. Let's start with the director, the man, the myth, the legend...Mickey Lion. What a fantastic name. Not to be confused with Mikey Lion , who is the top hat-wearing leader of The San Diego based Desert Hearts Crew, who, biannually, throw the 70-hour nonstop Desert Hearts Festival with the mantra "House, Techno, & Love" as its tagline. No, Mickey Lion is a man so mysterious that he cannot be traced. Maybe he went into...

  I don't know about you, but this thing scares me. When I shut my eyes at night, all I see now is Beezbo's face on the black of my inner eyelids. He haunts me everywhere I turn, and there is no escape, no reprieve from the ethereal horror that is goddamned Beezbo the...whatever the living fuck he is. Bear? Space bear? He kinda looks like a bear right? But like a mutant space bear, or like a bear from the Ferangi homeworld. Now, I'd like to be clear here, I always take the time to try and find full box art for you guys. Unfortunately, or in this case perhaps fortunately, I could not track down the back box art of this thing, and maybe that's for the best, because who the hell knows what was on it and if it's even safe to view. I honestly, upon seeing this thing, expected my face to melt like in an Indiana Jones movie. There's not a lot going on visually, exactly, and it's not necessarily horrendous. It's no Invisible Strangler, that's for su...

    Man, fads used to be so strange, right? Between marbles and pogs, we used to just think, "You know what kids will like? Weird shit with goofy names!" and it was true, we ate it up, man. We didn't know any better, we were nothing but classless swine, told by the system what was cool and appropriate to enjoy, which is why when people finally started having sex as a teenager and didn't immediately go to hell, they realized, "Hey, adults have been lying to us forever!" and everything changed. But that's a different subject for a different blog. A much better blog. Not this blog. This blog isn't about the bullshit propaganda that our parents and the establishment fed us to turn us into unquestioning subservient drones for their 9 to 5 minimum wage slave jobs. No. This blog is about bad box art. So let's talk some bad box art! The weird thing about both marbles and pogs (and anything like them that fell into the ever expanding category o...