'Tiiiis the season to be gory. It's that time of year again, people, the
time when J. Cannibal emerges from his dark lair of solitude, where
he's spent the summer conjuring up the most vile film specimens the
horror genre has to offer, and hosts a good old-fashioned fright fest.
Last year, he served up tiny, bite-size portions of guts, topped with
deep-fried entrails and served with a spicy side of fear, with "Tapas of