Vacays, Mutant love, feminine sponges and a special edition of the Drive-In Totals

There may be 47,000 ways to celebrate Halloween – including Detroit fetish parties where people pretend to stab each other to death – but only one involves a Hootenanny! Last Friday night The Last Drive-In returned, proving once again that god loves us and wants us to be happy.

Airing before our Unholy National Holiday, Joe Bob and Darcy treated us to a little pre-Halloween foreplay in the backseat of a ’67 Camaro convertible. Sure we’ve seen Halloween OG, Halloween 4 and Halloween 5 before. But have we seen it with Joe Bob, Darcy and the modern-day Epidaurus we like to call the MutantFam social media experience? We think not. Yes, the lack of Halloween III left us with a raging case of cinematic blue balls. But like that surprise Ferrero Rocher in your trick-or-treat bag you got from sneakin’ into the rich neighborhood, it’s never just about the movies. It’s about the wrapper, layers of goodness, and the nut inside.

Only a Hootenanny can start with a grand tour of Mexico and Canada and end with a Lone-Star-filled pinata destroyed by a 2×4. We got so hungry just watchin we had to travel to Piedras Negras for a side of nachos. So much happened in fact, we had to break the recap into three parts – complete with gonzo art from T.J. Denton:

All that plus links to Last Drive-In posts you mighta missed and how Hootenanny turned into Mutan-Anny: a celebration of Mutant Cosplay, Mutant Michael Myers theories, Mutant fandom, and Mutant Family. Because after all, we’re not like other people

Stuff You Can Only Do at a Hootenanny

Tourist vacations of the Riverwalk-Courtyard-on-the-Square-Plaza variety may include Ripley’s Believe It Or Not museums, IMAX movies, water parks (with Screaming Child Fu), and novelty modes of transportation to nowhere (ahem, Staten Island Ferry). Not to mention gratuitous fudge. But there’s stuff you can only see on a Joe Bob Halloween special. We think these Hootenanny Drive-In Totals say it all.

All art by T.J. Denton – @TDenton_1138
Drive-In Academy Award To:

Three-and-Half Stars. Because like breasts, the conspicuous absence of Halloween III gets an automatic half-star deduction if you know what I mean and I think you do. Until I get fired, your Gratuitous Blogger – plus TJ and Ben – says check it out!

Can You Feel the Love?

Friday night wasn’t just great for the Halloween franchise. It was great for the fans. Hootenanny featured our love for all things Joe Bob and Mutant talent on display including:

And even a mighty fine piece of love for the Last Call crew: yours truly and T.J. Denton. We’re still pickin ourselves up off the floor ‘cause after all, we’re fans too. For a full list of all the Mutant shout outs, click here. With that, it’s time to remove your Stetsons, put your hand over your hearts, and repeat after us:

Joe Bob’s Grand Tour

When it comes to culture, the best some of us can hope for is a long PBR-soaked weekend cavortin with our fellow Scotch-Irish at Dolly Parton’s theme park in Pigeon Forge. Or maybe a stop along Arizona’s I-10 to The Thing Roadside Attraction, complete with wooly mammoth leg and a 1937 Rolls-Royce with Stuffed Adolph Hitler Fu.

Thankfully, no Last Drive-In is complete without a Joe Bob cultural lesson. The Halloween Hootenanny featured his take on Mexico’s Days of the Dead where you can feed nachos to dead people who wake up from their graves and party with ya, visit Piedras Negras (birthplace of said nacho), and take your pick between Dead Baby Day and Dead Grown-Up Day. Or head north to Niagara Falls, Canada, home to seven – count em seven – haunted houses, one Street of Fun, and a perfect 100 for tourism due to the aforementioned IMAX, water parks and copious fudge plus non-internationally famous magician dinner theaters and your very own souvenir Mountie hat. If that’s not enough, there’s always Canada’s once-booming Maple Syrup Porn industry.

Joe Bob’s love for America’s border cousins was matched only by his contempt for apologist Chinese directors and the far-reaching SwissEuro-Syrian conspiracy that brought us Halloween 5. We’ll save the Switzerland-hatin for Post #3. But needless to say, The Last Drive-In’s overseas film rights might be in jeopardy.

Halloween: Or, Feminism Is Not Dead and We’ve Got the Sponges to Prove It

Debra Hill: Laurie is a strong feminist role model. Also, this movie has no boobs.

Joe Bob (in the voice of Judith Myers’ midnight suitor): Yeah, sure babe.

Every once in a while, we try to engage in a bona fide movie discussion. So here goes…

In 1962 – the year before Michael Myers killed his sister in a fit of clown-clad pure evil – women’s rights advocate and Cosmopolitan magazine founder Helen Gurley Brown wrote Sex and the Single Girl, a guidebook for women’s financial and sexual independence. Maybe Judith read it? When it comes to women in horror, including Halloween, Feminism and the Final Girl might be an alternate title. Laurie Strode was not the first Final Girl, but she’s one of the best because of Jamie Lee Curtis’ performance.

Deborah Hill goes so far to say Laurie is fearless, which Joe Bob debates. The truth lies somewhere between. Famous Final Girl Sally Hardesty’s confrontation with fear is largely physical; she’s chased through half the script. Laurie’s confrontation is mental. She’s called a Girl Scout and MacGyvers a mean wire hanger. She has kids to protect and does. And even though she worries that guys think she’s too smart, she’s not afraid to mic drop the differences between Costain and Samuels’ views on Fate. Is Laurie fearless? No. But there are three responses to threat – fight, flight or freeze – and she does plenty of the first. After all, this ain’t no Lifetime Movie. Of course, you can’t talk Laurie without talking Loomis. Check out Post #3 for that, including the night’s Michael Myers speculations and our own theories about why Joe Bob was so dang mad!

Next Up: Post #2, or more Lifetime movie musins…


Laura Beerman

Our Gratuitous Blogger is Laura Beerman. Her bio may be summarized in two words: Mama tried. Laura is a lifelong horror fan with a particular soft spot for Joe Bob and Dario Argento. She earned a graduate degree in Early American Literature from Austin Peay State University. She has written professionally for more than two decades, primarily in healthcare, and has been interviewed by The Wall Street Journal and other industry publications for her insights. Laura lives in Nashville, Tennessee, with her horticulturist husband, The Greenman, and her four cats. Find her other stuff at, and

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