In 1988, my mom took me to the local theater, like she would every month to expose me to films (no matter the rating—I had a cool mom, what can I say?). I remember it was a double feature, as the local theater based its business on showing two movies for one low price, and the main draw for our trip was the now-classic action film DIE HARD. While watching Bruce Willis kick ass was a great way to spend two hours, it was the second film that stuck in my memory and would not leave. I couldn’t wrap my mind around what was on the screen. Weird and scary clowns wielding popcorn guns and sucking blood from cocoons made of cotton candy?