(268 pages)
The old Odeon Theater has had a pretty unsavory history, and it's finally been scheduled for demolition. But it seems it's not ready to be torn down. It's slowly regenerating itself to it's old glory. No longer is it old and run-down, but a palace instead, and it wants to make sure everyone in town is there for the final showing in a few days.
Karen, living in L.A. now, has horrible memories of the Odeon from her high school days (she was viciously assaulted in the men's room), but something is drawing her back to her small hometown, and to the Odeon Theater. She keeps seeing a horrible tentacled creature out of the corner of her eye, everywhere she goes, and she realizes it's from the same movie that freaked her out decades ago at the theater, the same night she was attacked. She reconnects with her old high school friend Paul and they set out to try and solve the mystery.
This was ridiculous B-horror pulp, with no logic to the supernatural threat whatsoever, but it's mostly entertaining, which is all I ask for when choosing to read a book with a cover like the one up top. It's pretty well-written, with an engaging style that kept me turning the pages despite all the silliness and cheese. Some of the decisions the characters made would cause me to rage occasionally, but that comes with the territory with these old midlist "spinner rack" horror novels.
Douglas Soesbe would go on to write the screenplay for what turned out to be Robin Williams' final dramatic role, 2014's Boulevard, but other than the fact that he's got one other (non-genre) novel under his belt, I know nothing else about him. It's too bad he didn't stay in the horror fiction business, as this one was campy fun, and I'd like to have seen what else he had up his sleeve. Oh well.
3.0 Stars.