I know we were all hoping for a movie about a haunted desk lamp, but stick with me. This is about an evil Djinn who, unlike The Wishmaster, doesn't care about puns or irony. Honestly it's kind of a relief. His murder spree is fully quip-free. His only real negative is that he's a five hundred pound pile of latex that needs to be carted around to chase our teens. 

Join Matt and Tristan as they discuss the movie that asks the question, what if Disney's Aladdin was full of boobs and the genie was a serial killer?