It’s our first Jarmusch for our humble gathering – Mystery Train. We are in unanimous agreement that Screamin’ Jay Hawkins steals the show. This week’s surprise revelation is that one of our members has never hailed a cab. When will we watch our first pick at an honest-to-God movie theater? It could be ANY WEEK! Car bras and catching coons. “Jiffy Squid”? Turn that damn thing off!
This will be complicated. We watched another movie titled House back at episode 64, but this one is different. Still the horror genre, but one decade later. And it’s not Poltergeist either. Maybe we should have watched this on LaserDisc? Finally, please don’t put Mentholatum or Vicks directly on your nostrils. Solitude’s always better with somebody else around, ya know?
Finally! A proper microphone setup. We’re terribly sorry for the 40 episodes that came before. Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb creates some trouble for titling, so let’s just go with the good doctor’s name. An old topic comes back to life – Zingers! Those Hostess snack cakes, remember? Most incredibly, one of our vegetarian members stuffs his gullet full of octopus. Whoa. Gentlemen, you can’t fight in here! This is the War Room.
Bring on the B-movie horror! The Manster would be a piece of cake for your grade school teacher to diagram – is he man or is he monster? Why not both! We pit the 1970s against the 1990s for most hated cultural decade. And there’s some Leonard Maltin hatred brewing. I don’t want this experiment repeated…ever!
We’re short-staffed tonight, but have an important duty – memorializing Robin Williams. Was The Fisher King the right choice? Who really knows. Dogs hunting rats is a New York City thing, though. That’s for certain. Death is definitely a penalty! It ain’t no fuckin’ gift!
Does anyone need a cigarette? This episode is a first for the Movie Night™ crew – an animated movie titled Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind. It’s anime, so there’s a sort of secret shame that becomes evident for one of our own. To recover, we reminisce on the age of Dine-In Delivery services. It’s rotting… it’s too soon…
Logan’s Run was a last-minute emergency pick, but that doesn’t mean that we liked it any less. We decide that we should pull a movie out of a hat at random for future quandaries. Trust us on this one: Indianapolis is not a great city. Did anyone else go to school-sponsored skating parties in elementary school? No one? Okay. Capricorn 15’s. Year of the city – 2274. Carousel begins.