Everybody plays the Scrooge sometimes and Roberts gets his turn in this PG-13 AfAm holiday romp from 2012. The year the Mayan Calendar ended but the world kept going. And getting better and better. 

Beautiful. 

Even more beautiful.

Want some whiskey in your water? Bubbles in your blood? It would truly be a crime if we didn’t cover this true crime TV adaptation from one of Eric’s most prolific years, 1996. All your old friends are here—prison, fugitives, evidence in the form of boot prints... We leave no stone unturned in our investigation of this common stone among turds.

o7      We salute the dynamic ribbon device and rhapsodize about American cultural supremacy over the course of this breezy dissection of an Aussie-set movie made by Eastern Europerv Dusan Makavajev. Roberts cuts a lean figure as a salesman from the states who dominates the Australian Coke offices and butts heads with an iconoclastic larrikin who dares to defy globalism. The best laid schemes of mice and men are laid to waste by money is God's muscle.

Boomerangs are a psyop. Get wise. Stay woke. 

Our first faith film restores our faith in film, as we genuflect then genuinely reflect on this prison set story starring Oliver Stone's robo-progeny Sean. Our uncanny valley crossing is fraught with peril but we learn a valuable lesson on this night walk of the soul—if you put your mind to it, you too can win a best actor award at the Prague Film Festival off just one day of work. 

Consider the mockbuster. We burrow deep and long (from New Mex to ol Virginny) into a rich discussion on this current kaiju sensation. Ableists BTFO! Eric Roberts is 65 years young as of 6/18/2021. Ageists go home.

Travel weary and so far away from our destination, we muse over the television miniseries The Odyssey, which aired in 1997. Driven time and again off course, E.D. and roy endure to the end and are made white, even foregoing their nuptuals for the good of the journey.  

E.D. and roy lock ass and dive deep on a nice little rundown of Runaway Train, for which majordomo E. Roberts earned Oscar and Golden Globe noms. We reflect on the immanence of John P.  Ryan, Daniel Trejo and all time felon-cum-criminal correspondent, Edward Bunker, at speeds in excess of 90 mph. 

Seems like we should be getting somewhere? 

Somehow we're neither here nor there.

roy and E.D. confront their own personal prejudices and wax euphoric about this mid-nineties Roberts led  film about a big gay assisted suicide party. Much conflation ensues as we chase multiple rabbits down various blind alleys. Tolerance wins the day. We love everyone.

A made for Showtime erotic thriller from 1993, prime Roberts deep V neck era . Bonus bud simulator stimulation: we experience a personal breakthrough when discussing personal break-ins we've experienced.

Out of shape but big on heart in timeless Chris Penn fashion, we descend into Wayne Newton's underground Vegas Coliseum to remark upon the first sequel in the Best of the Best franchise, as well as lament the absence of powergod James Earl Jones, the greatest bad coach in all of cinnamon. 

We were warriors once, and young.