, , , , , , , , ,   Before I get started on Centipede Horror, I
want to say a little something about the tone of this blog.
Because it’s a new-ish year, I may have some new folks coming
in. Perhaps you’ve resolved to read more crappy movie blogs this
year, in which case, welcome! You’re here. I just want to say
that it may seem to you that I only review movies I like, and
that might make you not want to trust my opinion. It is true
that I mostly review movies I like, but sometimes I will take
one to task if I am particularly disappointed. The thing is,
there are plenty of blogs out there trying to spin comedy straw
into gold making fun of bad movies, but I’d rather be one of the
voices who are shining a flattering light on the flawed but
interesting movies of the world. So if you’re new here, it’s not
that you can’t trust me because I like everything. It’s that you
can’t trust me because I have bad taste. And with that, I give
you Centipede Horror.  Centipede Horror is not a movie about a
pervert who sews nai