When Roger Corman devoted two days and all of twenty-eight thousand dollars to filming a darkly comic screenplay by Charles B. Griffith using sets left over from Bucket of Blood about a schmuck named Seymour Krelboined whose miserable existence is shook up by his discovery of a killer talking plant that feasts on human blood called Little Shop of Horrors in 1960 he never could have imagined what a rich afterlife the film would go on to have.
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