After forever and a day, I revived my horror movie review website and giving Dexter, a pink and red harlequin style fat bunny and Ichabod, his smaller light beige frankenbunny brother a new look to the site.

I never stopped watching cult, horror or overall bad movies even when life got in the way. My hand stitched frankenbunnies, brought into the world in 2003, will never stop being the more public facebehind the movies I watch, love and ultimately critique with abandon.

Whatever happened to the old school sci-fi and horror double features of old? There are drive in theaters still, and if you’re lucky, you might get to see two movies for the price of one. Not that I don’t love The Alamo Drafthouses of the world, or their vegetarian options!

I didn’t grow up in such an era. As a child, what I didn’t see on the big screen (in an indoor auditorium) I saw on television.

The first time I ever saw a horror movie was at the age of nine. I saw the beginning of the third sequel, Dream Warriors one night. I was nine, my younger brother five. After the first ten minutes or so, I grew so scared, I ran out out of the room while my brother watched and enjoyed more of the movie.

Three years later, I see the end of Dream Warriors on Channel 11, or what would be the WB network. I was scared, but not as upset as I was at nine. I later watch the movie in its entirety. A better part of middle school, I watched the Nightmare on Elm Street and Friday the Thirteenth series. I watched other stand alone horror movies, but I found I liked the franchise series best. I branched out to Halloween, Friday the Thirteenth, and later more obscure gems, or shiny rocks that proved to be duds.

I’ve seen more than enough horror movies and wish to subject you, the reader, to the same. Welcome to Bad Movie Bunnies.