Slick your hair back and find your long lost twin as we high kick it into high gear with Jean-Claude Van Damme’s Double Impact. Who is Randa and why has she been missing from our lives for so long? And why are so many of us (apart from Dayna) willing to overlook this movie’s serious shortcomings, just because of JCVD’s glorious glutes? You’ll find few answers, but plenty of gushing and a little bit of ranting in this week’s ep.
Grab your stools and head on down to the Dairy Queen as we reach for our hometown slice of fame with Christopher Guest’s Waiting for Guffman. Is this the most realistic depiction of local theater dynamics ever committed to film? Can we please make Catherine O’Hara Queen of Improv already? How did Bob Balaban find a symphony-level orchestra for this small town production? And did Parker Posey’s Libby Mae Brown “Just do the cones” so her Victoria Ratliff could “Piper, Noooooo”? The one thing we can all agree on is that this movie is flawless and Corky St Clair is a genius.
Mow down that cornfield and invite all your favorite dead baseball players as we take a swing at 1989’s Field of Dreams. Are daddy issues a prerequisite for watching this movie, or can you just enjoy seeing Ray Liotta in baseball pants? Does Kevin Costner’s pancake butt and 80s hair take away from or define his hotness? Can Amy Madigan please show up to Congress tomorrow and deliver some stringent monologues until everyone wises up? We’ll give you some answers right after we follow James Earl Jones into those fascinating looking crops.
Tame that Mediterranean mane and strap on your black, chonky-heeled boots as we spin into 2001’s The Princess Diaries. Can we get more late-in-life romance between Julie Andrews and Héctor Elizondo, please? Is Anne Hathaway the supreme evolution of the ultra sincere theater kid? And did you know about the deadly properties of tonka beans? Ask Bryce sometime.
Give us your all time, top five, most memorable podcast episodes as we drop the needle on 2000s High Fidelity. Is there even a scale large enough to measure how much of a toxic man child John Cusack’s Rob Gordon is? Do we really need to condense a person’s entire personality onto a post-it note. And can we please stop under utilizing Joan Cucask? WE DEMAND MORE JOAN!
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