Words to live by: You don’t tug on superman’s cape. You don’t spit into the wind. Hermanos Rodriguez do not approve of drugs. Don’t f*** with the babysitter.
Jeff and Pat talk about seeing Mel Brooks live at a showing of Young Frankenstein, we rail on the stupidity of the Internet, and we tread lightly into the seedy underbelly of Chicago at night. Because cities are scary.
David has a bit of a dysfunctional relationship with his father and — by default — the rest of the human race. As a result, some decisions he made 10 years ago, coinciding with a run-in with an alien race that may have been our creators, has lead him to where he is today: alone on a dead planet, tinkering and learning the flute. Oh… and he’s got a connection to a certain xenomorph we all know and love.
It is the 40th anniversary of the release of STAR WARS and we’re looking back on memories of growing up surrounded by the tales of a galaxy far, far away….
Cohost Jeff returns after a long hiatus to direct a middle school production of Beauty and the Beast, we talk about why Will Smith would make a horrible Genie, how Suicide Squad isn’t horrible but lacks good, pirates stealing Pirates, Powers Boothe passing, apes flying planes, and whether or not James Horner steals his own music. All that and we may have created our own band.
