Not only were the films of George A. Romero a tremendous influence on how the Triffid Ranch came to be (the story of how audience participation midnight showings of Dawn of the Dead in 1985 at the long-dead AMC Northwood Hills 4 theater in Dallas led to a carnivorous plant gallery today is one worthy of James Burke), but George Romero was the one childhood hero I’ve met that I didn’t scare to death by accident. Vale, Mr. Romero.
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