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Ay yo! I'm watchin' a movie hee-yuh! What do you get when you cross Kevin Smith's attempt to make a family movie and a studio's reaction to the nation's backlash of supercouple Bennifer? Loren will try to tell you and the rest of the IDOBM crew that the answer is a good movie, but we all know that it's Jersey Girl. Spoiler alert—we all agree that taco-flavored kisses are great.
Sam and special guest Loren announce the next movie that the IDOBM gang will defend. And they talk up the IDOBM Minisode studio that Bobby and Laura never get to see.
Guest Defender Cerissa Linday valiantly defends Twilight against the wooden stake of the IDOBM gang. Will she convince us that it doesn't sucks? Or is it a compliment to say vampire movies suck? All of these questions (except the last one) will be answered in this episode!
Sam teases the next movie (hint: it sucks) and reveals the winner of the contest that nobody knew we were holding.
Bobby tries to convince the rest of the IDOBM gang that Spring Breakers is more than just an attempt to make everyone who watches it feel disgusting. Will he succeed or–actually, excuse me for a second, I need to go shower.
In our April Fool's Day mix-em-up, Loren explains how she's wishin' and hopin' and thinkin' and prayin' that she had never seen My Friend's Wedding. Will she successfully rob from the rest of us the joy we take in the movie? Say a little prayer for her and take a listen for yourself.
Sam tells you about the next movie. Not much going on in this mini, but you should listen anyway. Hell, if nothing else, it's short.
The In Defense of Bad Movies gang makes a second attempt to discuss Wild Wild West, after the first attempt is ruined by technical difficulties. Will we be able to capture lightning in a bottle twice? Or will we make up a bunch of segment ideas to fill time? Only one way to find out!
Sam
Sam sells out and tries to make the podcast more like WTF. He also teases the next movie and discusses the podcast's social media presence. Compelling, ain't it?
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