A glowing syringe, a beating heart, and a basement full of bad ideas. We crack open Bride of Re-Animator and ask the question that haunts every cult sequel: does the shock-and-laugh formula still pump blood, or are we reviving a corpse that should stay buried? We picked this overlooked 90s horror film to close out our decade run, then found ourselves arguing over what works, what rots, and why Jeffrey Combs continues to make Herbert West magnetic without turning him into a gag reel. We start...