Hi. Void. How are you.       I was going for emotionless blah, and I think I did it! Anyways, we are still on break this week, but we bring you one of our favorite recordings about vampires, Twilight. Be prepared for bad dialog and our hosts mocking them at every turn. Enjoy!

Hello Void! This week we're not uploading a new episode, instead we're looking back at the romance story of an obsessive, creepy old guy using magic tricks to seduce an underage singer in the Paris opera. Awwwww, how lovely. Or gross. We'll leave that to you to decide. Happy Spooky Season!!!

Happy spooky season! After 40 years, we are resurrecting Ghostbusters, but not the original, nor all the sequels and remakes that followed, but Afterlife, the sequel not-sequel remake-yet-not-remake sequel. We have a kid named Podcast, marshmallows with sado-masochistic tendencies, and Paul Rudd with a flower in his hair. At least we have confirmation that Gozer the Gozerian has ALWAYS had a flattop. This movie is wildly entertaining with the OG Ghostbusters seeing the story off to a new generation, with our patron saint of Sci-Fi Sigourney Weaver. I guess we all need to wonder if that earthquake is just a natural phenomenon, or it could be fracking, or is it an underground pyramid heralding the doom of all? At least we know who to call. . .

This week Erin and Brennan try their hands at solving the Zodiac murders and they totally nail it. How did it take so long for those pigs to figure it out? It was Lee, duh! Or Rick, maybe Vaughn, but probably Paul Avery. What a @&$#. Meanwhile, Erin tries to make a point by singing "In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel while a baby gets thrown out a window. It's fun! At the same time, Brennan doesn't-
SQUIRREL!
-want to hear ANY fun facts from his sister. I mean, he's busy telling her that the factory is 100% in Richmond. CAN'T YOU SEE THE RICHMOND BRIDGE?!?!?! 

Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, he saaaaang. . . . .

Happy Spooky Season!

Welcome, Void to our conclusion of the Bourne trilogy (we are NOT counting those other two). This week we scratch our brains about how and when this film fits in with the previous one, CCTV finally gets its day and it's 98% useless, and the shakiest of cameras. It takes special skill to get motion sickness from camera work. Look at what they make you give! Despite some confusion, we get the answers and the closures to a lot of the questions we've had across three films. Who's the bad guy? I think it's Albert Finney 'cause it sure sounds like Albert Finney. Other questions include: Does the CIA ignore investigative journalism about CIA ops? How does one kill someone with a book? Are all hitmen inherently attractive? (Erin says yes) And, is Jason Bourne really dead if they haven't found his body in the river yet?

Answer: No.  ;)

This week, we continue to run from the CIA in the second installment of the Bourne trilogy, The Bourne Supremacy. Matt Damon is still hot in this movie, but now he must contend with Karl Urban, aka Master of the Riddermark and leader of the Rohirrim (aka hot with short black hair and long blond hair). But that's beside the point, sadly, we return to the world of espionage in the distant land of Europe to find who killed Neski in Berlin! Answer, Jason Bourne in the bedroom with the revolver! But it's never that simple. We've got dumb intelligence officers, spooky snipers, douchey consulate brats, and Celeborn the other Kiwi assassin. Yay? Shout out to Joan Allen for being the boss, the chameleon, the tour de force to make this movie work!

Erin and Brennan are back from summer vacation and are ready to take down CIA black ops teams WITH A BALLPOINT PEN!!! Contrary to other spy films, we're looking at you James Bond and Mission Impossible, the Bourne movies tell the story of believable assassins. Do they have secret gadgets? Nope, just their minds and a lot of cash. We have Brian Cox being evil (as usual), Clive Owen dying (as usual), and Chris Cooper being evil (as usual). Can anyone say Muppet Movie? On the other hand, we have Matt Damon being hotter than ever with the largest GPS trackers in history. Now it's time to turn, walk away,                                   and vanish. 

This week Erin and Brennan ride a horse that takes FOREVER to get to the Eiffel Tower only to turn around. I mean come on, the Eiffel Tower was the center of ALL the festivities and the cauldron was on the other side of the city?!?!?! We celebrate the 2024 Olympics in all of its much deserved glory, and it's much deserved. . . je ne sais quoi? We fell in love with a new generation of athletes, the return of GOATs, and birth of new internet legends (especially certain break dancers and pole vaulters). Overall, we had a great time seeing some of our favorite athletes and sports teams live out childhood dreams on the biggest stage, both American and other nations alike. We look forward to the 2028 Olympics sailing down the LA River, perhaps a procession on the 405 lead by a particular white Bronco going 35 mph, or maybe even just the Rose Parade. Who knows.

Now welcome everybody to the WILD WILD WEST!

Did you ask for this? Probably not, but we're back from our brief hiatus to revisit some of our earliest films/recordings and see if anything has changed. We learned new things, like Sean Bean's eyes change color, the original screenplay was 600 PAGES, and Kalique had a fetish for getting wrinkles! We're still confused how this got made, we still don't understand most of what this movie is about, and we STILL can't believe we're trapped in Eddy Redmayne's throat!!! We discuss how Channing Tatum needs at least a collar or a harness (SOMETHING!!!), science elevators, the origins of crop circles, and Erin STILL can't forgive the abhorrent use of a feminine pad!! Let's be real, this movie is awful, but we enjoyed the laughs, the discussions, and the breakdowns (literally) all the same. 

Здравствуйте! We started this podcast on task and ready for a highly coordinated TED talk from our resident Russian History/Lit dweeb, Erin. But by the end, we got Jennifer Coolidge impersonations, LE PONT ALEXANDRE TROIS!, a royal palace bereft of occupants but no one stole the silverware (or the gold for that matter), and arguing that no one cares about the ending's accuracy, the writers didn't bother for the rest of the film. Zombie Rasputin who doesn't do anything, an albino bat with an unplaceable accent, and a music box which seems key to a certain someone's identity, but NO ONE TALKS ABOUT IT!!! There is ONE murderous horse in this film, so if you were keeping track, now you know.