Ah, the '80s. When the coke flowed like wine, the electronics were still wood-paneled, and you could pay a couple bucks to catch movies like Basket Case at the local theater and nobody would stop you, or really even question the idea that such a fucked-up piece of repugnant shit could just splatter itself all over a theater screen like that. "Oh, you mean that nasty little movie about the murderous backwoods idiot hauling his hawked loogie of a little brother around in a giant picnic basket? Sure! I'll sell you a ticket!" To paraphrase one of that decade's finest comedic minds, what a decade!