More movies enter the Siftin' vaults!

Having already nabbed The Essential Ernest film collection while out shopping with my parents (how any Ernest collection can call itself essential without including Ernest Goes to Camp, I don't know; I wanted it mainly for the commercials anyway), I was looking elsewhere when my dad motioned to me.

"Here's something you need for your blog," he told me. He was holding Cult Classics: 20 Movie Pack. Now I'm fairly skeptical of multimovie packs. The quality is often on par with a half-assed transfer of a VHS tape that had been buried beneath a 100-year-old outhouse. But on the other hand, if you get one or two movies worth watching -- and I use the word "worth" very loosely; that's how I ended up watching Night Train to Terror -- it's not a total loss.

I scanned the back to check out the lineup. Off the top, there was Reefer Madness, which is always a crowd pleaser. There were also the semi-companion films to that classic, The Cocaine Fiends and Sex Madness. But there were two in particular that caught my attention. See if you can pick them out from this list:

Chained for Life
Child Bride
The Cocaine Fiends
Delinquent Daughters
Escort Girl
Gambling with Souls
Joyless Street
Mad Youth
Marihuana
The Marijuana Menace
Omoo-Omoo, The Shark God
Reefer Madness
The Road to Ruin
Sex Madness
She Shoulda' Said No!
Slaves in Bondage
Ten Nights in a Barroom
Terror of Tiny Town
Test Tube Babies
The Wild and the Wicked

Oh, hell yes. Finally, I'd get a chance to watch Terror of Tiny Town, a western with an all-little-people cast. Yes, you heard me. I read about this in The Golden Turkey Awards, and all these years later, I own it.

Second one I noticed: Omoo-Omoo, The Shark God. How can you not want to watch a movie with that name?

Don't answer that.

Well, I've got lots of movie watching ahead of me. Wish me luck. And lest you think it's a film festival with boobies galore, I should point out that the most recent film in the collection is still over 50 years old.