OK, boys and girls, one of the highlights of our Crab Week is threatened, and only you can do something about it.
As you may remember, I had high hopes of getting The Sun's film critic, Michael Sragow, to review that classic film "Attack of the Crab Monsters" for us.
Mike is a gentleman, so he didn't laugh in my face when I suggested it. However, he has been dragging his feet a bit. Not quite saying no, but not promising anything either.
Now I've made the ultimate sacrifice: I've put "Attack" at the top of my Netflix queue, and when it arrives I'm going to hand it to him. He won't be able to say he can't get hold of it.
But I'm worried that he won't watch it, and meanwhile I won't be getting any more movies until he does. What I need you to do is e-mail Mike and tell him how much you really, really want to read his review of "Attack of the Crab Monsters." Ask him to discuss it as a cult favorite, as an iconic film dealing with some of the important issues of its day, as a cultural artifact that has many parallels to today's perilous times. Also point out there are semi-naked girls in it.
Mike's e-mail is michael.sragow@baltsun.com.
Maybe you better not tell him I sent you.