I regret that SIFF has become just another local theater. It's hard to filter interesting films from the ads for such avant garde fair as The Wolf of Wall Street and Anchorman 2.

Man, I once got the original Scorchy VHS from Scarecrow, or maybe it was by mail from Facets in Chicago. So fun! Connie Stevens is the WORST.

This would make an excellent 70s-Seattle B picture double-bill with John Wayne's McQ.

I hope Netflix regrets that they don't have it. :(