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Let me preface this article by saying I'm a website producer by trade.
But before I had ever been online, I was a die-hard <B>Troma</B> fan. Growing up in podunk western Kentucky and southern Indiana towns, there was little access to art that was subversive in nature. Enter Troma. I was fifteen years old. The local paper ran a theater ad for <I>The Class of Nuke Em High</I>. The title sang to my inner skate punk . . . I had to see it. Of course, being 15, I didn't have a driver's license so I talked some older friends onto driving me there.
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It was a truly transcendent experience. I sat in the theater, entranced. Now <I>this</I> was what movie-making was all about, by God! <I>Whoever made this film</I>, I thought, <I>is a bonafide genius</I>. I was so caught up in <I>Class of Nuke Em High</I> that I failed to notice the bored expressions on the faces of my companions. After the film was over, they made it clear that I would never be able to choose the Friday night film again.
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