“So, Christopher Lee as Count Drago in Castle of the Living Dead vs. Peter Cushing’s mad entomologist from The Blood Beast Terror in a fair fight?” “Dude, Cushing turned his daughter into a giant moth, man. That’s harsh.” “But Drago, like, embalmed chicks.” “Count Dooku would embalm people, like, for the galactic separatists.” (Sound of two Sam Adamses being uncapped.) “OK, Count Dooku from Ep II vs. Ep IV’s Grand Moff Tarkin.” “With light sabers?” “I don’t know, man. Line’s too long. I’m not gonna wait for two hours with those geeks.” “Not even ironically.” (Sighs all around. Pause.) “I miss Peter Cushing. Fuck Jar Jar, man.” “Yeah, fuckin’ fuck Jar Jar.” Boys, boys. Get your fix of evil-cheekboned British actors from the ’60s—along with monsters in ill-fitting suits and a Princess Dia—without venturing near a multiplex or rental store with a screening of Cushing’s 1976 sci-fi howler At the Earth’s Core. It starts at 8 p.m. at Dr. Dremo’s Taphouse, 2001 Clarendon Blvd., Arlington. $2 (suggested donation). (202) 736-1732. (Arion Berger)