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Apparently couples therapy is a lot cheaper than fusing your bodies together.
Tommy and Sabrina get into Together, the relationship at the center of it, the cult weirdness, and why a movie sold to us as some insane body horror experience left us wanting a lot more body horror.
At least Dave Franco and Alison Brie understood the assignment.
Tommy and Mista Malave go back to the original I Know What You Did Last Summer before taking on the new one.
We’re talking what made the original work, what the new movie got wrong, the kills, those legacy cameos, and whether this franchise really needed another trip with the Fisherman.
Plus, we take a minute to talk about Ozzy Osbourne and what he meant to horror.
How did we go from Jurassic Park to...weaponized locusts?
Tommy and Sabrina go through the entire Jurassic Park franchise and try to figure out where things started going wrong.
Raptors. Invisible dinosaurs. Chris Pratt’s hand. The damn locusts.
Life, uh...finds a way.
Who’s holding the damn camera?
Big Money Eddie and Sabrina Ace get into found footage horror, what makes it work, what absolutely doesn’t, and some of their favorites from the genre.
From V/H/S to shaky cameras, questionable decisions, and the movies that probably should’ve stayed lost...just keep the camera rolling.
What if some of our favorite songs were actually horror movies?
Tommy James and Mista Malave take songs from Amy Winehouse, ABBA, Styx, The Animals, and more and figure out how we’d turn them into horror.
Some become slashers. Some get supernatural. And somehow Jordan Peele gets dragged into this.
Death is back, and apparently we’re dumb enough to get on the bus.
Tommy and Sabrina get into Final Destination: Bloodlines, that insane MRI scene, experiencing it in 4DX, and why this might be one of the strongest Final Destination movies in years.
Plus, we talk about Tony Todd, his legacy, and why seeing him one more time hit a little differently.
Welcome to Final Destionomics—your crash course (sometimes literally) in the twisted economics of the Final Destination franchise. In this rigorously unaccredited class, Professors Sabrina Ace, Tommy James, and Big Money Eddie break down Death’s most extra moments: exploding planes, rogue logs, killer gymnastics, and tanning beds hotter than Florida in July.
In this session, we study Death like it’s trying to graduate summa cum laude in irony. Why does it love chain reactions? Why is it obsessed with Rube Goldberg machines of doom? Why does every minor inconvenience lead to an OSHA violation?
This is our final class before Summer Camp begins, so take notes, dodge signs, and maybe don’t drink water from strange places.
Homework: Enroll, rate us 5 stars, and stay paranoid, because in Final Destination, even your dishwasher hates you.
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Class is in full freakin’ session, and today’s lesson plan is simple: talk trash, slap buzzers, and try not to embarrass yourself on horror trivia’s blood-soaked battlefield. To celebrate 10 years of Second Rounds On Us, Night School Horror turns Jeopardy into a contact sport, with Tommy James moderating the madness like a sleep-deprived substitute teacher with nothing to lose. Sabrina Ace and Big Money Eddie go head-to-head in a no-syllabus showdown that proves horror knowledge and chaos are best served loud, wrong, and drunk on confidence. Think you’re smart? Prove it. Or just scream your answer louder than the other guy.
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The Class takes on Sinners, and there’s a hell of a lot more going on here than vampires.
We get into the music, the mythology, Ryan Coogler’s story, and what made Sinners stand out from everything else we’ve watched lately.
Michael B. Jordan is in it (twice)...so Tommy’s doing just fine.
Cinderella definitely left this part out.
The Class gets into The Ugly Stepsister, a very different take on the fairy tale packed with body horror, impossible beauty standards, questionable procedures, and some truly disgusting ways to get ready for the ball.
Bibbidi Bobbidi Botox.
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