First of all, yes, apparently I have been living under a rock for the past 29 years. I just finally got around to watching "Fright Night." It's an anomaly for me cinematically. It came out when I was 8. By the time I was allowed to watch it it had been ousted from the shelves at our local video rental, and then was forgotten by yours truly. When I saw it was available on Netflix, I decided in advance that it would be my final film for 31 Nights of Terror. It has to be one of the campiest films I have seen in a long time. Loaded with awkward line delivery, ranging from "aww gee shucks 50's style dialogue, to over the top warbley faux Shakespearean prose, and in the case of Evil, a chickenman going through the throes of puberty. But all of this cheesiness has aged nicely into a nostalgic romp through 80's teen horror.