"I wouldn't bother to kill you except I'm so looking forward to every ounce of blood seeping out of your wretched body."
I'm only six minutes into Curtains (1983) and already a classically-trained theatre actress has pointed a gun into the camera and been restrained in a straight-jacket after assaulting a man with a letter opener. I haven't even gotten to demonic dolls and sickle-wielding, mask-wearing midgets on ice! My hat is off to Buzz over at campblood.org for pointing me in the direction of this obscure gem. If you are fortunate enough to get your hands on an old vhs copy, cherish it and share with your friends. It's really that good.