Episode 33, recorded live in a port-o-potty!

Matt exposes himself as a Noir fan, engorged with newfound love of several films he saw while attending the annual “Not Necessarily Noir” film festival held at San Francisco’s venerable Roxie Theater. Jason tries to keep up but remains unusually quiet while Matt weaves an intricate explanation of his interpretation of the genre.

Jason’s rally is a revisiting a duo of holiday blockbuster that were the Home Alone movies of the early nineties, launching a young Mac Culkin into superstardom. These films are not as Jason remembers them. And the new Van Damme entry in the Universal Soldier saga is scrutinized. While recommended, Jason sounds conflicted.

When that’s said and done, you get to hear the boys’ take on the state of things in film, namely, the recent Disney takeover of Star Wars!

Ooh, stimulating.

Enjoy,

FSGM Management

Charley Varrick, 1973

The Night of the Following Day, 1968

Fear Over the City (Peur sur la ville), 1975

Home Alones 1 and 2, 1990-92

Universal Soldier: Day of Reckoning, 2012

Episode 11

The thing is, We took a step back by recording at home again. This by no means affects the quality of our performance but editing was super hard. Hopefully, we’ll be back in the womb like Soma FM studios for 12. We have been watching movies at an alarming rate. My son has gone feral and is foraging in the yard while I take cinematic bullets for our fans while Matt rubs shoulders with the film fest going elite at this years “Another Hole in the Head” festival. We do it for you.

This episode is chock full of inaccuracies and mistakes, so sharpen your pencils and take notes, there will plenty of opportunity for “On Air No Prizes”. It is also full of the sharply crafted, silver tongued repartee you’ve come to expect from media professionals such as ourselves.

The Exterminator, The Violent Kind, The Losers are all disected. And the unexpected Rampage from polarizing director Uwe Bolle is covered. We do lose focus several times and all the background noise is provided by a fridge and Dexter, my son. We forgot to mention we were drinking giant cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon and Anchorsteam beers, if you are left wondering. Anyway...

Enjoy, Jason