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becoming friends with…Under Siege 2 (Meathead Movies Vol. 1)
The boys kick off their new Meathead Movies series by getting spiritually and chemically aligned with Under Siege 2: Dark Territory, a 90s action flick where Steven Seagal plays a deadly chef (again) on a runaway train (also again?) And also why?
Before that cinematic train leaves the station, there’s some classic detoured nonsense: confusing lighting rituals, misremembered movie plots, accidental pooping, a rogue polycule that started in the fireplace, and a lot of mid-sentence disappearing. It’s half tech support, half therapy session—fully chaotic.
Then it kinda becomes a movie podcast…the boys unpack what these absurdly macho movies say about masculinity, memory, and why some things hit different when you're older, softer, and...uh, foggier? And then there’s the touching recollection of seeing this movie in a theater with a junior high sweetheart…but most notably, not watching it. Things spiral from there.
Equal parts stoned ramble, heartfelt reflection, and unhinged Seagal analysis. All aboard this smoky train.
By becomefriendswiththepodbecoming friends with…Under Siege 2 (Meathead Movies Vol. 1)
The boys kick off their new Meathead Movies series by getting spiritually and chemically aligned with Under Siege 2: Dark Territory, a 90s action flick where Steven Seagal plays a deadly chef (again) on a runaway train (also again?) And also why?
Before that cinematic train leaves the station, there’s some classic detoured nonsense: confusing lighting rituals, misremembered movie plots, accidental pooping, a rogue polycule that started in the fireplace, and a lot of mid-sentence disappearing. It’s half tech support, half therapy session—fully chaotic.
Then it kinda becomes a movie podcast…the boys unpack what these absurdly macho movies say about masculinity, memory, and why some things hit different when you're older, softer, and...uh, foggier? And then there’s the touching recollection of seeing this movie in a theater with a junior high sweetheart…but most notably, not watching it. Things spiral from there.
Equal parts stoned ramble, heartfelt reflection, and unhinged Seagal analysis. All aboard this smoky train.