Welcome to Side Order of Ninjas, the only source of 175% of the daily required ninjalisciousness, Power of Sonny Chiba compels you to my site. As Criswell has said "The guilty must be punished and the innocent must be rewarded." We're going to try to leave the more commonly reviewed movies alone for some that have escaped (fortunately or unfortunately) the viewing public... I'll have a new review up each Wednesday provided flood, famine, or family don't strike. This site was established as of February 23, 2003... And Hardcore Legend of Ninjaball says the site is a bit spiffier, too...if I do say so myself...

I really appreciate those that have inadvertently stumbled across my site. Of course, I have to thank the truly ninjaliscious Ten of Fans who has wasted at least 5 minutes of their life on reading my reviews. After, you've sated your ninjalicious self here, be sure to check out the March edition of Rogue Cinema for another of my totally new ninjaliscious articles.

Since this is labor of ninjalisciousness, I appreciate any comments that decrease its craptacularity and anything that proclaims my greatness. It's always good to hear from my Ten of fans. If you wish to shower the Hardcore Legend of Ninjaball (an inside joke that possibly 3 people in the world may get) with accolades and perhaps screener DVDs. Who am I to disagree? Note, I have never been socially relevant and don't intend to start now.

Granted the past couple of weeks have had me on a slight break. Hopefully, the new grind won't be quite as irritating. This week, I'm delving back to the 1970s to see the problems of tacking words together to make a long-titled B-moviess: Voodoo Black Exorcist. Before the 1980s taught everyone to "just say 'No!'", the 1930s were showing the dangers of drugs. especially Marihuana.