We expend a modest amount of discourse energy on an ensemble machofest in which Roberts portrays president James Munroe versus Stallocean's 11. Height ain't always your ally but E.D. and roy are allies to the death, and you can bet your whole alphabet on that (except for T).

A couple PCP virgins wreck and reckon with the curious PTA adaptation of a Pynchon hippie noir novel featuring Eric A. Roberts as a Jewish real estate mogul who hangs out with Aryan bikers.

In this extremely discursive Ericcentric excursion, we leave our corporeal selves for real and astral trip to soul trap moon for well over 28 minutes (lightning bolt) to examine an adaptation of Brinkley Dannion’s alleged afterlife experiences.  We are all spiritual beings. We are all v neck T-shirts. Who we are is the difference grift makes.

Anachronistic eyeglasses be damned, we suffer the torpedoes and depth charges of outrageous fortune on a mission to tease out insights from this geezer teaser par exemplar. Shadows can be your cheapest prop. Ensigns make great fishing buddies. Your job as an American will never be in jeopardy, so long as Lt. Roberts' baby blues are fixed behind the binocs. 

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.