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Sending Zeke to Hell was all Irma had.
Some of my favourite moments of my late high school/early college years were spent in the basement of my friend Bob, exploring the rich legacy of B-movies at our local video club like two young and horny Indiana Jones with nowhere else to go. This is the closest I've ever been to drive-in/exploitation culture, a phenomenon that died down around the time I was born. It's been extremely difficult ever since to find works that could replicate the same energy, the same earnest desire to sell you the insane and unhealthy ideas. Ed Kurtz' novella DEAD TRASH is more of a polite love letter to B-movies than a bona fide revival of the movement's philosophy, but it's accuracy and its untamed originality had the effect of a charleyhorse on my nostalgia muscle.