I have to admit that the extent of my experience with B movies in the 80s was pretty much from Up All Night on USA (thanks Rhonda Shear). I think I only saw one Troma flick during that time, the first Toxie. Neon Trash made me feel like I missed out on some great stuff. We love to sit around watching really bad movies and most of the ones in this book would fit right in.
Even so many of the reviews were godamn hilarious and I don’t feel like I need to see them. This is a quick read, great for a lazy Sunday. The bonus bio story at the end was fun, too.