Not long ago, I popped open one of my horror movie binders and fished out an old favorite that I’d forgotten about. Back in 1993, my friend Suzanne gave me a call saying she wanted to go out to see a movie. This meant that, per our usual custom, SHE would pick out what we’d see though I never complained as I was always happy for an opportunity to do something social. Especially, at that time, if it was with someone of the opposite sex. I can honestly say that it never bothered me that 90% of her choices were forgettable nightmares. Of course even a broken grandfather clock is right at least twice a day and, every once in a great while, Suzanne would pick a winner. This was definitely the case on the night she’d chosen us to see FIRE IN THE SKY.