Bonus Content: Three-Person Pony Apocalypse

To heck with movies, it’s time to talk about some kiddy cartoons.

CLICK HERE or on the image above to download a bonus episode in which guest hosts Clarissa and Gerald from AnimeWorldOrder help Paul review My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.

Review in a Nutshell:  Our topics of the discussion run the gamut of gender roles, feminism, intertextuality, mythology, and the nature of strong characters and clever writing.

We explore thoroughly what it means to be adults enjoying a cartoon meant for children.  This podcast is a counterpoint to the one published by Jeremy and company over at Destroy All Podcasts DX.

“Cyberpunk? NAJICA!?!”

Jack into your virtual reality headset, because Johnny Mnemonic is the Greatest Movie EVER!

Click on the poster or the movie title above to download our review of the film, featuring Dave and Joel from Fast Karate for the Gentleman.

Review in a Nutshell:  Johnny Mnemonic is a poor adaptation with a surprisingly high number of hilarious things going on it.  It’s proof positive that some authors should not be allowed to adapt their own work.

This movie contains:

The Internet!

Udo Kier, being Udo Kier.

“Send you down to Rikerth, wear an orange jumpthuit!”

Dr. Henry Rollins, Cybersurgeon Extraordinaire.

FINAL THOUGHT:

Johnny Mnemonic, the Highlight Reel.

Aim for the Nerve Cluster!

Get ready to abuse some innocent fishmen, because ARENA is the Greatest Movie EVER!

Click on the movie cover or the title above to download our review of the film, featuring Sean “Hollywood” Hunting.

Review in a Nutshell:  Did you see that guy just punch that giant rubber space lizard in the face?  Did you?  BECAUSE I SURE DID!

Spice World, Ell Oh Ell

Strap in your noseplugs, because Dune (1984) is (definitely not) the Greatest Movie EVER!

Click on the poster or the movie title above to download our review of the film, featuring Sean “Hollywood” Hunting.

Review in a Nutshell:  Ugly and incomprehensible, the David Lynch version of Dune is a muddled mess that lacks even the redeeming qualities of David Lynch’s usual cinematic weirdness.  On the plus side, Sting in a Thong!

This movie contains:

Phallic Symbols.

STINGINATHONG!  STINGINATHONG!  STINGINATHONG!

Ummm…what the heck is going on here?