I remember when this came out in its original theatrical run, there was an article in the local paper about a bunch of moral watchdogs planning on picketing the theatre in protest, so I figured bonus entertainment for the price of admission, but there was nary an outraged soul in sight. The only theatre showing Corpses in a hundred mile radius was a shopping center multiplex that was run-down and well past its prime in general, but they specifically played it in the most trashed and tiny of their auditoriums – I’ve been in living rooms that were bigger – which was *perfect*.
The showing I attended had only one other patron filling a single seat, and he got up and left halfway through, leaving me and my date with our own private grindhouse all to ourselves. We felt like rock stars.
I’m the one who brings the Christmas candy. Now tell me, who’s your daddy? I’m the one who brings the devil’s brandy. I’m the one who beats you when you’re bad. And I’m the one who loves ya when you’re fucking dead!