[re doing things with his grandmother growing up in the Bronx] I remember going to the movie theaters, to see triple-feature horror films with her. I was 9 or 10, and everyone else in the audience was from my age up to maybe 16. These were tough, hard-core street kids, my grandmother being the only person who was old enough to vote in the entire theater, and she would stand up and start shouting at the screen, 'Good for ya, ya bastid!' whenever Rodan, Gorgo , or the giant spider in
The Incredible Shrinking Man (1957) would get torched or impaled or something.