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Hide your dogs and work on your grip strength as we drop into 1993’s The Good Son. How does a parent overlook a whole murder shed? Why were Hallmark-level thrillers being released on the big screen in the 90s? Is this movie the most forceful argument for everyone needing to go to therapy—but with, like, a capable therapist? And are Elijah Wood and Macaulay Culkin the ultimate latchkey kids? If you survive dangling off this precarious cliff, we’ll tell you everything you need to know. 

Rev up that Camaro and make sure your shoulderpads are on straight as we peel into 1987’s Adventures in Babysitting. How dare Disney censor the most famous line in this movie, and why is swearing verboten but racism and misogyny ok? Is Elizabeth Shue the ultimate teenage girl hero? And is young Vincent D’Onofrio even more of an Asgardian beefcake than Chris Hemsworth? We’ll give you some answers as soon as we get back from the wilds of Chicago. 

Let’s go back to 1950s L.A.—actually no, let’s not, it was a sucky time for women and minorities, so let’s be starkly reminded of that as we revisit L.A. Confidential. Is Guy Pierce wearing slutty little glasses? How much noir is too much noir? Does winning an Oscar make up for the hell Kim Basinger’s character goes through in this movie? And why did Kevin Spacey have to turn out to be such a creeper when he had so much talent? Join us as we tussle with these questions and dust off our film studies theorizing.

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.