Thinking back on my life at the dumpy Raintree Apartments, I seem to remember escaping over to the dollar theater all the time. I can remember when they opened the place and it was new and clean, with the not-yet-so-common drink holders in the arm rests. I think it remained a dollar theater for about a year, and then someone figured out "Hey, we're not making any money" and they raised the prices.
But back in the salad days of crappy apartments and silly cheap movies, Verda Rae Hogg (pronounced ho-wg, not hog) and I used to spend a lot of time partaking of second rate films, and then usually wandered over to the Pie Pizzeria or Caddy's or somewhere where we could watch people and mock them silently. But one day in particular stands out in my memory because of the trauma we lived through. For some bizarre reason we decided to subject ourselves to My Stepmother is an Alien with Dan Aykroyd and Kim Basinger. We should have just taken a punch to the groin and been done with it.
I don't even remember the storyline -- after my nose started bleeding and my brain was sucked out of my ears, I lost consciousness. Actually, Verda and I were so disgusted with the film that we walked out and asked for our money back.
The thing was, we had found and used a 2-for-1 coupon for this particular film, and so they didn't want to refund us our $1. We didn't fight it. We just left.
Truly, it is the worst movie ever made.
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