He should just make one big pile of shit movie that reveals angry psychotic white trash and tits were behind all of the greatest horror moments, and then at the end when everyone is killing each other and fucking and Sheri Moon is going down on Frankenstein and the Wolfman while their father drinks bourbon and screams at them the trailer can open up into an unbelievable display of lights and sounds as it begins to lift them all into the night sky all while Bela Lugosi's Dead is reaching a glorious crescendo. Finally it ends with Robert Englund waking up in a cold sweat and clutching his face as he realizes
IT WAS ONLY A NIGHTMARE.
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