We don’t know what to say about this creepy iPod-wielding Orville Redenbacher resurrection except that we’re horrified, and popcorn won’t console us. To add insult to injury, it’s also badly taped and executed in a manner most shitty.
Turning a childhood icon into a twitchy zombie is the air fluffed foodstuff of nightmares.
Thank Crispin for this work when you’re done being paralyzed by fear.
