Born in Bowling Green, Ohio, baptized in New York City and done dirty in Los Angeles, Jeremy Smith is not much for parades.
There is something undeniably appealing about vital organs being ripped out of living human beings; while hearts are the real crowd pleasers (just ask the Mayans or my main man Mola to your right), the kidney, liver and spleen also look mighty fine when removed from their fleshy confines. That's why I'm shocked that it's taken this long for the blood-and-guts peddlers at the major studios to realize whole plots could be built around the idea of extracting organs, especially since we had a mini-run of movies in the early 80s exploiting stuff as ridiculous as a) underwater Nazi zombies and b) the novelty of not only illegally harboring orangutans, but teaching them how to make obscene gestures as well (and crap in squad cars).