Summer Blockbuster!?!

As the latest version of THE MUMMY lurches its way into theaters, we take a look at director Alex Kurtzman’s directorial debut, 2012’s family dramedy PEOPLE LIKE US, a film that forces us to ask the question, “Is incest ok when the participants are Chris Pine and Elizabeth Banks?” The argument gets heated.

On this week’s episode we tackle 1997’s 187, in which Waterworld director Kevin Reynolds attempts to subvert the inspirational teacher flick by giving us a murderous–and shockingly subdued–Samuel L. Jackson as a vengeance-seeking educator. Limbs will be severed, lives will be taken, and lessons will be imparted. Oh, and if you thought Dangerous Minds would … Continue reading Ep. #5-187 →

On this week’s episode we tackle 1994’s ill-conceived Tom Robbins adaptation EVEN COWGIRLS GET THE BLUES, in which indie auteur Gus Van Sant tried his hand at comedy–with disastrous results. Big phallic thumbs, literal douche bags, peyote, countless celebrity cameos, and some stock footage whooping cranes all combine to create a maddening viewing experience. You’ve … Continue reading Ep. #4-Even Cowgirls Get the Blues →

This week we delve into 1993’s action “extravaganza” EXCESSIVE FORCE, the film that was supposed to launch Thomas Ian Griffith to action superstardom. Instead of the next Steven Seagal, he became the next Michael Dudikoff (look it up). As we discuss, the guy is certainly the master of sweep kicks, elder abuse, and gross double entendres.

On this week’s episode we discuss 1997’s SHE’S SO LOVELY, a romantic comedy featuring a hard-drinking, chain-smoking, and very pregnant Robin Wright Penn, with Sean Penn and John Travolta as the two men who just might be crazy enough to fall in love with her. Emphasis on the crazy. Did we mention this film features sexual assault in the first … Continue reading Ep. #2-She’s So Lovely →

Our very first episode of Summer Blockbuster!?! takes a look at 2003’s MARCI X, a film that features Lisa Kudrow rapping about her purse, Damon Wayans summoning the power in his pants, Christine Baranski doing the splits, and enough casual racism and bigotry to embarrass anyone with a pulse.