Talking to Quentin and Harry Knowles between films, a pair of young film fans snap some photos of Tarantino. This is uncool. But Quentin says, "Excuse me" then bounds over to the pair and gives them an unheard verbal shellacking. I was impressed how he handled these situations head-on. He came back over and we talked  NAVAJO JOE.

Quentin took to the stage, and nodded approvingly at the still-crowded house. He started raving over the gore level in the cult 80's fave, THE PROWLER, our second Tom Savini efx extravaganza of the marathon. I'd read about this one in Savini's make-up book and Fangoria back in the day. Directed by Joe Zito (who helmed the superior FRIDAY THE 13TH: THE FINAL CHAPTER), and starring Farley Granger, years beyond STRANGERS ON A TRAIN; and Lawrence Tierney years before RESERVOIR DOGS.

An above average slasher film of the era, THE PROWLER starts out in post World War II with a rejected soldier-boy enacting revenge by pitchforking his ex and her new boyfriend at a graduation dance. As is wont with the genre, we cut to 35 years later and the inevitable First Graduation Dance Since The Tragedy. Soon, a new generation of youth are gutted, kebabed, and bayoneted by the killer clad in army fatigues and helmet. Savini's bloody handiwork is state of the art and outrageous, especially the infamous blade through the head trick. The killer is revealed to little surprise but his explicit demise was applauded by all of us at the Alamo.

What time is it? Around 3 am. I drink more coffee and order a healthy salad. The marathon will continue with HELL NIGHT...