This week, we talk about a movie about beatniks that inexplicably has no beatniks in it. Seriously. Not a beatnik to be seen. There’s a crooner. Some juvenile delinquents, maybe. But we didn’t see one beret. Nor did anyone snap. And we watched really carefully.

Host segments: You Might Be A Beatnik; do these people have parents?; Tony Travis is The One; dill comma whole; hungover children; Harry’s got a type; aggressively apathetic; arcanejuggzz is a thing.