Oh, those wild beatniks. Wild, wild, wild. Could never get the hang of those bongos, though. Rhythm’s just not my bag, man. But I dug the tights the women wore. Slinky and sexy. One of the best horror movies with a beatnik atmosphere is A Bucket of Blood. Sherlock Holmes once quipped about “art in the blood” when discussing Mycroft, but A Bucket of Blood posits blood-in-the-art for a nice kick in the jive. A bucket’s worth, more or less.
lol.. *clicks fingers*