Grunge up your unwashed hair and please put out that endless chain of cigarettes as we succumb to the 90s slacker vortex that is Reality Bites. Do Winona Ryder and Ethan Hawke’s characters actually deserve each other because they both suck so much? And should we feel bad for Ben Stiller or relieved that he totally dodged a bullet there? Could we just watch Steve Zahn be adorable and Janeane Garofalo in her perfect vintage outfits instead? And can we directly blame all the shitty behavior and toxic relationships during our 20s on this movie? We’ll let you know as soon as we stop listening to Lisa Loeb on loop.

Slap on that fedora and crack your whip, cuz it’s time we MEET STEVEN SPIELBERG—OK MAYBE WE JUST SAW HIM LIVE ON STAGE—WITH LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA—BUT HE SAID HE LOVED US at a special theatrical screening Raiders of the Lost Ark at the United Palace in Washington Heights. Is Bryce a true romantic for going to see Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull in the theater multiple times with Randall? How did Dayna manage not to watch this movie until her 20s—and not see Temple of Doom as of this recording? Who is everyone’s bigger first film crush, Harrison Ford or Karen Allen? And can we just say f@ck you Nazi monkey? Honestly, we have too many feelings about this film to give you too many answers. 

Time to hide from those random mobsters and don a to-die-for statement coat as we tango the night away with Billy Wilder’s classic drag comedy Some Like It Hot. What do you call it when you look back on a nostalgia piece nostalgically? Nostalgia squared? Dostalgia? Why is there a gangster film crammed on top of this buddy flick? Is Tony Curtis pouting during this whole movie or are his lips just that luscious? Were Marilyn Monroe’s costumes held on purely by a wing and a prayer? And is this episode where we first discover Randall’s #pocketcheese? Our answer is obvious: nobody’s perfect.

Brush out your favorite feathered wig and practice your German deadpan as we search for the Origin of Love in John Cameron Mitchell’s dragstravaganza Hedwig and the Angry Inch. How did this movie so perfectly capture how shitty it is to be a touring performer with no following? Is Andrea Martin’s Phyllis Stein the ultimate ride or die b*tch. Is Miriam Shor’s Yitzhak ultimately shortchanged? And if you ever meet someone who doesn’t appreciate this soundtrack, how quickly should you run in the other direction? We’ll give you some answers as soon as we find our coveted Wig In A Box covers album wherever its hiding in our CD collection. 

Snap those fingers and blow out that candle, man, as we immerse ourselves in Mike Myers’s personal mythology in Tommy Schlamme’s So I Married an Axe Murderer. Is this movie basically a Rosetta Stone for all of Myers’s future films? How does a beat poet afford an incredible apartment in San Francisco—unless he’s actually the one who is a black widow killer? Are the comedy cameos in this, from Charles Brolin to Steven Wright, the best of all time? Or do the incessant “bits” that it spawned ruin the fun? The only thing we can say is: Let’s get pissed!