Saturday Nightmares
When I was a kid, horror on TV was hot, hot, hot (and that's a nod, I think, to the late, great Buster Poindexter). Every weekend, horror got shoved down our throats and up our middle school asses by the almighty arm of the cable television programmers, who decreed that all things "kvlt" were where it was at. To that end, we had cable network channels such as USA give us entire evenings of show after bloody, haunting show, shows that were bigger, better, and more colorful than Sid Ceaser's old Your Show of Shows, mainly because they were full of coke-addled Eighties chicks with big hair, lipstick, lots of jewelry, and high, rouged cheekbones. Yowza.
