And I, for one, am not the kind of person to take a clue from the past. My lack of hindsight, combined with my irrational God complex, have somehow brought me to the conclusion that I, too, need to lead a spiritual movement. To what end? I haven't figured that out just yet, but taking into account the fact that I'm a considerable pussy, I realized that much like Ghandi, any resistance I led would have to be passive in nature. I made a checklist: I would need an easily targeted enemy, a movement, a group of sympathizers, and most importantly, an instrument of self-inflicted pain. After all, Ghandi had starvation, but that's taking things a little to seriously for my liking. My torture would have to be more cerebral in nature, though it would by no means be any less arduous. I would need the hot, searing flames of hell to purify my soul and bring awareness to the horrors inflicted upon... somebody, though I wasn't sure who just yet. I would need to hurt in ways incomprehensible to the common man in order to elevate my enlightened conscience to the next level of being. I needed to die and be reborn in order to free my people from the shackles of... something, and that's isn't a task to be taken lightly. I decided to start with the suffering.

In short, I figured that it was finally time I watched the movie Ghost Fever.

Ghost Fever was released in 1987, three years after it had actually been filmed and hot on the heels of one of the most financial successful movies of the 80's: Ghostbusters. At that point in history, ghost-mania was sweeping America! No kidding! Kids were wearing bed sheets on their heads to look like ghosts! Pacman ate ghosts! E.T. was released, which was like a ghost movie but with aliens! During Halloween, people would hang little cardboard cutouts of ghosts on their front doors! Those crazy, sleeveless, neon people from the 80's just couldn't get enough of it! So what did Hollywood do? Produce the highly successful Beetlejuice, of course! Meanwhile, Paramount quietly hid the embarrassment that was Ghost Fever in the back of their film vaults for another 13 years! And now, the terror that nobody bothered to notice a decade ago can be yours to watch again and again in abject, mind-numbing horror, thanks to the low-overhead magic of video distribution...

And I, for one, am not the kind of person to take a clue from the past. My lack of hindsight, combined with my irrational God complex, have somehow brought me to the conclusion that I, too, need to lead a spiritual movement. To what end? I haven't figured that out just yet, but taking into account the fact that I'm a considerable pussy, I realized that much like Ghandi, any resistance I led would have to be passive in nature. I made a checklist: I would need an easily targeted enemy, a movement, a group of sympathizers, and most importantly, an instrument of self-inflicted pain. After all, Ghandi had starvation, but that's taking things a little to seriously for my liking. My torture would have to be more cerebral in nature, though it would by no means be any less arduous. I would need the hot, searing flames of hell to purify my soul and bring awareness to the horrors inflicted upon... somebody, though I wasn't sure who just yet. I would need to hurt in ways incomprehensible to the common man in order to elevate my enlightened conscience to the next level of being. I needed to die and be reborn in order to free my people from the shackles of... something, and that's isn't a task to be taken lightly. I decided to start with the suffering.

In short, I figured that it was finally time I watched the movie Ghost Fever.

Ghost Fever was released in 1987, three years after it had actually been filmed and hot on the heels of one of the most financial successful movies of the 80's: Ghostbusters. At that point in history, ghost-mania was sweeping America! No kidding! Kids were wearing bed sheets on their heads to look like ghosts! Pacman ate ghosts! E.T. was released, which was like a ghost movie but with aliens! During Halloween, people would hang little cardboard cutouts of ghosts on their front doors! Those crazy, sleeveless, neon people from the 80's just couldn't get enough of it! So what did Hollywood do? Produce the highly successful Beetlejuice, of course! Meanwhile, Paramount quietly hid the embarrassment that was Ghost Fever in the back of their film vaults for another 13 years! And now, the terror that nobody bothered to notice a decade ago can be yours to watch again and again in abject, mind-numbing horror, thanks to the low-overhead magic of video distribution...