Wheelie Bin Drag Race

Shocking how long it took of us talking Whiplash without doing the Bee Movie "ya like jazz" thing, but there you go. 

We return from a successful jaunt to Taiwan to talk the greatest sports movie ever made about Jazz. It's the best film Damian Chazelle will ever make because his dream project was La La Land and that shit sucked: Whiplash (2014), starring J.K. Simmons and Miles Teller as an old pedagogue and the young protege he clearly wants to murder. Giss a listen

more expert coverage of Blood Diamond, proudly presented live from the Wheelie Bin Drag Race Studios in beautiful Canning Vale.

That's right we're back and getting straight down to it. It's the biggest action/war/psychological thriller/social problem/cultural commentary film of 2006 (except for The Last King of Scotland and The Wind That Shakes The Barley and Kokoda and Letters From Iwo Jima and Flags of Our Fathers). That's right, it's visionary director Edward Zwick's Blood Diamond. Much to discuss, giss a listen

Tried to schedule the episode to upload last week, cocked it up, my bad lmao. It's the rest of the Golden Wheelies, now with nearly 80% less on-the-nose criticism of weird racist religious sects. 

It's the night of nights, or the day, or whenever you're listening to this. That's right, it's the biggest, most prestigious podcast-based film award show in the entire Greater Perth region. Who will take home that sweet Wheelie Bin Gold? Hosted by the Hollywood Press of Very Foreign Reviewers, Independent Editorialists and Non Descript Satirists. 

Film discussion? Nah, the people don't want film discussion. What they want is an underground, guerrilla, VICE-style expose into the culture and practices of the Brits. Or the English maybe, we don't know the difference and don't care to learn. Regular programming to recommence soon...ish. In the meantime, enjoy an overly verbose and often redundant hate screed mumbled by a loony left overeducated and underskilled terrorist sympathiser. 

Steven Soderbergh's No Sudden Move: A visually and narratively incoherent hellride, or a tight, stylised thrillride on par with the best of '70s crime thrillers? Guess which one we go with. Lewin's mike is still fucked, defs his fault but I'm not sure how yet. Also in discussion:

Keep those Palestine donations up @ https://www.pcrf.net/, I reckon we're three weeks out from being declared an enemy of the state of New York, just like we always planned

microphone went and shat the bed so we had to re-record a rush job. A new episode of Lew'se Morals and Chris'p ethics later this week to compensate

In this episode, me and Lewin run out of our own content and start stealing more from Agony Aunt columns. And later, a brief, not overly verbose, and certainly not pretentious apology for the Seinfeld comments.