Hoop-tober the Ninth Chapter Twenty-Nine: Sorry to Say, Bill Finley Does Not Sing

"I told ya and I told ya and I told ya."

A damn humid movie. The sweat and the swamp gas just radiate out of every scene. Unsavory and exploitative in ways both productive and not so much, but Hooper's grasp of southern gothic atmosphere will always be undeniable. Good to see Finley and Englund being gnarly outside of their most iconic roles.