I don't think I'm all that fond of Castle, and certainly aesthetically we must be on different sides of the universe, but boy does he ever work good in a theater. I wish I'd seen some of his stuff in their original runs when they had the electrified seats and ghost viewers and whatnot. His daughter who introduced it looked exactly like him with slightly longer hair. I stayed for about 20 minutes of Hollywood Story to make sure I wasn't missing anything by walking out, then walked out and regretted it. Also Vincent Price is the fucking man as always.
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