Story about that.
Here in Austin we used to have a rental hole called I Love Video. Any damn way, they had both Faces and Traces of Death for awhile until they didn't. I went to the counter and asked where they were?
Some fucking hipster faggot said they were all tired of people asking if those were back there yet. That creeped out the employees there so they tossed them, while keeping the porn section. What pussies.
Faces of Death was calm, whereas Traces of Death showed non-stop death of people, animals, and whatever else I'm currently forgetting. It's been awhile and by today's standards it's not really shocking any more, even though they play rockin' metal throughout each movie. I thought it was cool, edgy...
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