On August 21, 1993, I saw the movie DEAD ALIVE at the Music Box Theater in Chicago. Growing up, I watched tons and tons of horror movies, the gorier the better. I even subscribed to “Fangoria” magazine, whose sole purpose seemed to be to celebrate the goriest scenes from film. All of the gore in the movies I watched was wonderful, but I always wanted a little bit more. And then I saw DEAD ALIVE. As soon as I saw it, I realized that I’d been imagining this movie in the back of my mind for all… Continue