i don't practice santeria

tonight, heather and i watched one of the scariest movies from my childhood. i can't precisely remember, but i think i originally saw it in the theater, at twelve years old heather stumbled upon it as it started, and it took me about a minute to figure out what it was. she was already going to, but i demanded we watch it.

art, steve, you guys remember the believers? it's not great, but the movie holds up alright. i mean, it is a twenty year old movie about santeria. it definitely holds up better than the serpent and the rainbow.)


it was good to see martin sheen treat his son in the movie how i imagine he treated charlie and emilio.

one question: why do movies of this era seem to end with a jeep and a german shepherd?