embarking on an insane theatrical adventure: 24 straight hours of horror films. Watch this space for film-by-film updates.

take a cab and be late, or ride in the rain and be soaked? Opted for the latter because I am a genius. Not off to a good start.

Movie 1: Halloween. Body Count: 7. Status: Soggy.

Movie 2: Godzilla Vs. The Cosmic Monster (aka MechaGodzilla). Body Count: n/a. Status: Less soggy, not quite comfortable.

Movie 3: Don't Be Afraid of the Dark. Body Count: 2. Status: First stinker of the day, but spirits remain high.

Movie 4: Hellraiser. Body Count: 7. Status: Getting some food during trailer hour.

Movie 5: Phantasm. Body Count: 4. Status: Havin' fun.

Movie 6: Pieces. Body Count: 8. Status: The drunk loudmouth jackasses in front of us seem to be running out of steam. This is good.

Movie 7: An American Werewolf in London. Body Count: 16? Status: Jenny Agutter is stunning. Halfway through and getting tired. Taurine time.

Movie 8: Blacula. Body Count: ? Status: Surprised by how straight-faced Blacula was. Juice is already wearing off.

Movie 9: Burial Ground. Body Count: 10. Status: May as well have just watched paint dry.

Movie 10: Teenage Mother. Body Count: 0. Status: Never giving birth.

Movie 11: Dracula Vs. Frankenstein. Body Count: ? Status: Not amused.

Movie 12: Demons. Status: Gave up on body count. In the home stretch now!

Movie 13: Alligator. Full of Count Chocula, Frankenberry, Booberry, and Mountain Dew. One film left!

Movie 14: Gates of Hell. Status: Itchy. Tasty.

After 24 solid hours of quick zooms, day-for-night shots, 30-year-old teenagers, and maggots-a-million, I emerge victorious. Time for bed.