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\u201cHere lies the story of Bucky McSnead<\/em> \/ The slasher who rhymes and revels in grue<\/em> \/ He did not see Ole Splitfoot enter the scene<\/em> \/ A mischievous legend that grew and grew!<\/em>\u201d The presumption I made in our last post about the Memorial Day<\/strong> weekend<\/span><\/a> being a prime time for film activity is not without basis. Twenty years ago, I spent a day at the cozy household of Mike<\/strong> and Sue Trippiedi<\/strong> in Champaign<\/strong> to witness the taping of a comic dispute between the lumbering Bucky McSnead (Steve Davis<\/strong>) and his abrasive parents (Traci Nally<\/strong> and Will Ridenour<\/strong>) that ended in murder and began a crime spree littered with many<\/em> suspect couplets. I was grateful to be invited and could not wait to see the scene cut together when BUCKY McSNEAD, THE FIRST SLASHER FILM DONE IN RHYME<\/strong> had its debut in 2001. Slice and dice to the present, it seems inexplicable that so few horror movies originate from downstate Illinois<\/strong> and it always takes me by surprise when a new one is announced. After you watch the vintage trailer for the clever McSNEAD<\/strong>, shared by Mike Trippiedi collaborator Bill Yauch<\/strong> of RiellyBoy Productions<\/span><\/strong><\/a> in Urbana<\/strong>\u2026<\/p>\n ~~~~~<\/p>\n