writes Mark H. Harris:
“So why would I be so drawn to a genre known for killing off my own? Maybe it validates my suspicion that white people want us dead. Maybe it affirms a sort of racial indignation, like when that S.O.B. Reilly didn’t hold the elevator for you at work (‘I knew he was a racist!”) More likely it’s the sheer camp factor; black horror genocide has reached such proportions that there’s a goofy appeal to it all. Or maybe I just like watching black people die…”
He’s also the guy behind the exhaustive BlackHorrorMovies.com
God, the only thing worse than having Ray Milland as your dad is having him surgically attached to your right shoulder.