Father Malone's Weekly Roundup - Dexter: Resurrection (2025), The Sandman (2025)

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fuck themselves going forward. You can cancel a show because you don't like your host, or you can cancel a show because there's something promising in the pipeline to take its place. Anything but a politically motivated cancelation. I was very much looking forward to the Naked Gun remake with Akifa Shaffer at the Helm, but now that can wait for some uncertain future. They're not getting a dime of my money and I'm not talking about any of their new shit until some kind of regime change occurs or

Disney buys them. WHOA, that's a sneak attack from a lovely co host. All right, baby, you get your choice, and thank you HB for that theme. I'd like to remind you and the listeners that the number three pet peeve of serial killers is that there's rarely a serial killer day at a ballpark. I like that it's rarely but not unheard of. Before we get to what Rip's watching, I just want to mention what I've been watching. It ties in trust me, that fucking nautiless show. I love

Jules Verne, I love the steampunk aesthetic. I love Chazade. Latif too man and he deserves a great show, and he makes total sense to play Captain Nemo. But this ain't the show for that guy. This is Hallmark Entertainment circa nineteen ninety seven. Shit. But it is not Latif's fault. Remember him as Doctor Jacko and Penny Dreadful excellent. Ah, Penny Dreadful. Anyone want to come review that show with me? Episode by episode, Penny Dreadful is the best, except for

that horrible City of Angels follow up. I disavow that show completely. We need a grizzled old cop breaking in this city's token Latino detective on the streets of Los Angeles in the volatle years leading up to World War Two. Get me Nathan Lane. Anyway, the show Penny Dreadful, like the book that ultimately inspired it, The long shadow of Count Dracula cast over the entire series, and in the final season he showed up played by an actor named

Christian Carmargo. He was my favorite part of that season and as a testament to what a great thespian he is, or how completely inobservant I am. I did not recognize him from his turn on Dexter, where he played Dexter's brother Brian Moser, the ice truck killer, which leads us to Rip's pick. We're talking Dexter resurrection.

this is wrong. The Texter the feeling it's artificial. That's Dexter Original sin, but this is Dexter Colon Resurrection. Side note, pardon my digression, but I learned that when studios do that, when they continue a series but they retitle it not by much. They don't want to alienate the original viewers, so it's Dexter new Blood or Fuller House. That way, they can avoid all the original contracts. Technically, it's season five you're doing, and all the promised bonuses and increased

pay should kick in. Iu're doing a whole new show. The Almighty dollar, y'all. It's gonna kill every last one of us quicker and more efficiently than Dexter Dexter. I read his book when it came out, mainly because of as typnonic title Darkly Dreaming Dexter. I know unplanned alliteration is a hallmark of sloppy writing, but when it's intentional it gets me in my out of step grammatical heart. Anyway, I read that book. I enjoyed the show. My late wife loved the show. Loved the show, owned all the

seasons on DVD. It was frequently on in my home. That first season, which is a straight adaptation of that first book, is easily the best in the series. Surprise Motherfucker. Speaking of Doakes, I promise we'll stop sub referencing and

get back on target. My favorite moment in my favorite season is during that Surprise Motherfucker's scene when they start fighting and Doakes realizes I was right, followed immediately by the thought, oh shit, I was right, and you see him recognizing instantly what a credible and dangerous customer Dexter Morgan actually is. So I'm familiar with the program enough to say that had the season six plot been used

for season five, they could have ended the series very neatly. Instead, they kept limping along with lame executions of sometimes decent premises and sometimes what if there was somebody who taught Harry the code? I don't care if it was Charlotte Rampling. That was fucking the lame. I'm surprised they didn't have deb selling hair tonic that turns your hair accidentally orange by the end. Damn it, I said, I would stop

sub referencing. Okay, original series ended good. They had by then completely mishandled the golden opportunity that was ivonn Strohowsky as fellow serial murderer slash love interest. But anyway, the ending, it's not quite the kick and the teeth that the Sopranos ending was. What are your thoughts on these Sopranos ending? I know this is old news, but if David Chase did one thing I won't say right. If David Chase did one thing effectively, it was keep the show in

conversation nearly two decades later because of that ending. It's a great show and we'd be talking about it anyway, But it's sauce for the goose. Here's my opinion. If it's David Chase saying there is no more television after this. I'm down. My show is so good. It ended the broadcast medium just turned it off. But then I would accept that ending from any series and call it great. And while the Sopranos lived on television, it never was a meditation on the medium. So the end of TV argument,

while tantalizing that ain't it Kid? That ain't n it Kid? Dance ten looks three, you know that's the name of that song, not tits an ass. I hope somebody is getting these references. My pop culture brain is overstuffed. I need to get a chorus line out, be gone, Marvin Hamlish. Now if it's David Chase saying this feeling, you have this escalation where every day mundane actions seem to be adding up to something horrible occurring, and you never quite

get that payoff. If he's telling us that's Tony's life from now on and his famili's for that matter, not that at any moment they're in danger, but every moment, and that first will never be slaked. Then I'm down, though I'm not sure it warranted ten seconds of dead air, and we know David Chase did have a definitive end of that series. Tony Soprano goes into New York to meet the families, and in the tunnel on the way back to Jersey, he is murdered. That was it, That

was how the series was going to end. But before they got there, he started analyzing what people were expecting from an ending and feeling a bit queasy about letting the nation who've been idolizing this guy for a decade off the hook by killing him at the last second or letting him live, thus lionizing all of his terrible behavior. What do you do? I know nothing, and I'll convince everyone that it's secretly genius, and it might be. Dexter

should have ended many years earlier. But the ending we got with Dexter finally realizing that he destroys everything around him and should have zero interactions with humans and isolating himself under an assumed name in the wilds of Oregon. I thought appropriate. It wasn't satisfying at all, but it was appropriate. So when they decided to bring him back with a grown son, I thought, oh, this is going to be awful, and it was. Even the mighty Clancy

Brown could not make that wintry nonsense. Interesting. Also, you bring back Harrison and not Ivan Strohofsky, shame on you. Then there was the prequel, and now Dexter's back himself despite dying at the end of the New Blood series. Okay, whatever. I'd like to tell you to skip the first episode of Dexter Rezarexter because it's so fucking clunky and scattershot, and for some damned reason we're still including Harrison in the mix, and yet no Ivan Strohofsky. Can you tell

I've got a thing for uh Ivan Strohofski. Also, I really enjoy saying Evan Strohofski, she's Australian and a dreamy. We get Batista back Fweebo. I need to find Fuebo. It's great to see him, honestly, and we get a ghostly fucking cavalcade of cameos from the original series, The Family Man Senator Bale Organa Doakes, But no Eddie James almost I call him Eddie because we're pals in my

fan fiction. But is his absence because Dexter never actually met the Professor, who is almost continuing his streak as the greatest grump of all time? Remember him in zoot suit did you even see Zootsuit? I'm gonna need you all to get caught up with me right now. I'll wait, go watch everything I've ever seen. Pause the show. I'll be here. Okay, now you've seen everything. We're in agreement, right cool. New Dexter is promising. What can I tell you?

The second episode gave me early Dexter vibes, and it's got Uma Thurman, and it hints at a plot of a secret society of serial killers whose members include David Dosmalchian and Eric stone Street and Kristin Ritter and Peter Dinklage. I am cautiously optimistic. I say give it a watch, enjoy, and weirdly, a society of serial killers and emberin behavior stands right next door to our main topic of the evening.

I wasn't gonna go too far in depth about The Sandman, but I do want to delve into a bit of its progenitors, because everything that happened before the Sandman comic and its influences in earlier creators are far more palatable than everything that happens after the Sandman comic. Not everything. Fortunately, the books remain great up until a point, and the series is fucking amazing up until a point its creator.

On the other hand, we'll get there, and I suppose if abuse is not your cup of tea, then skip the latter portion of this program. I'll give you a heads up. Here's how I came to Sandman. Like most things in life, they involve swamp Thing. Maybe that's just my life. I've been a swamp Thing van since I could read, which is basically the beginning of swamp Thing. You don't need to know much about doctor Alec Holland and the creature he becomes, but I need to mention

a guy in the comic named Matthew Cable. Cable was a government operative assigned to protect Alec Holland. He failed and has been doing penance for swamp Thing ever since.

In the early nineteen eighties, Matthew Cable crashes his car in a drunken stupor and ends up in a coma, and that's pretty much where the series left him until about nineteen eighty nine, where there was this one off or two off actually, where Cable wakes up and we learn that he has spent the past five years in a place called the Dreaming, and then he kills himself

and is resurrected in The Dreaming as a Raven. Turned out that The Dreaming was from another title at DC, and now one of the main characters was swamp Thing had just fucked off over there and he's now a raven. I had to see this new title, and I did, and my fucking head cracked open with what I found, because in Sandman we were given an entirely new landscape in comics, not just the world of dream and its exhaustive possibilities, not just a mixing and mingling of some

of the darker characters of the DC universe. Not only the weaving in and out of every fable and myth from every corner of the globe, but overall, a deeply felt love of storytelling itself. It's an important book. Like it or not, and maybe it's not for you. Once we get to the end of this program. Sandman does something I love about the comic industry. It builds and reshapes the past to fit the present, in this case

a title from the literal old Age. He didn't make much of a splash, but the Sandman made his debut in Adventure comics in nineteen thirty nine. He had the sickest outfit ever fedora business suit, gas mask, gas gun that he would use to knock out criminals. He got resurrected in the seventies by Jack Kirby and Joe Simon, who gave him the worst outfit in comics history. Yellow tights, red boxer's red cape, this weirdo magneto helmet also read

it was dumb. But their Sandman became a supernatural character guarding the sleeping from nightmares, in particular a kid named Jed Walker remember that name. So even though he had had a seventies revival, and an early eighties revival and a late eighties revival, there was a book on the shelves called Sandman. When DC gave up. Until then yeoman comic writer Neil Gaiman the go ahead to give us a brand new Sandman. He did give us something new

but deeply rooted in the old, The Sandman. Here is Morpheus, the lord of dreaming and a member of the Endless Seven Siblings, who embody all of the finest life has to offer. Dream death, delirium, destiny, despair, desire, and destruction. Morpheus, Yes, this is my Morpheus. Thank you very much. You human battery pill swallowers. Marfius controls both dreams and nightmares, and as I said, he's deeply tied to not only the earlier Sandman titles, but an entire host of other titles.

Take Lucien Lucian is the librarian of the Dreaming Tending Dreams massive library inside his castle. That library contains every dream that ever was and every dream yet to be created. But I remember Lucian and his library a little differently. In the early nineteen eighties, I had tons and tons of horror comics from the nineteen seventies. When I say

people did not value comics, here's what I mean. I could go to the five and dime Jesus, I sound old, but it literally was a Woolworth's and pick up a plastic bag that was stuffed with a couple of dozen old comics for a quarter. This was not the method of a collector, nor is it ideal if you appreciate continuity. But I got lucky because whoever was filling those bags had a pension for keeping genres together. So that's how I got three issues, the only three, as it turned out,

of Tales of Ghost Castle. I just thought it was called Ghost Castle that's all the logo said. It was a horror anthology with Lucian as the host in a World War two eeric castle. So Gaman plucks my man Lucian from obscurity and plops him into the dreaming. Not just Lucian. As it turns out that castle in Transylvania abandoned by both Allied and Axis forces as being two

supernaturally inhospitable, it's now Dreams Castle. Now, that kind of retrofitting is catnip, well not catnip, more like a sativa. It pumps you up and keeps you creatively crackling. Retrofitting like that is a sweet sativa for comic book nerds. I don't think it detracted one iota from anyone's enjoyment of Sandman that they didn't know where Lucian first came from, But it was another piece to keep me locked into this beguiling there's no other word for it, new title.

Let me give you another example of that cross pollination. After my flirtation with Marvel and ghost Rider, I was pretty much all horror all the time, with no allegiance to any comic book company. But I did spend an inordinate amount of time with DC. Given d c's general dower nature, you tended to have way more horror characters, like the afore I mentioned swamp Thing. In fact, in the early eighties, Alan Moore retold swamp Thing's origin through

his new elemental lens. Swamp Thing had appeared originally in House of Mystery, so Moore brought the two hosts of that title, Cain and Abel. Yeah, those ones and the house. The House of Mystery was founded in the fifties and it was a straight horror anthology to start, but by the seventies was deeply entwined with darker stories of all the DC's heroes. It wasn't uncommon for Martian Manhunter to

be found stalking the halls. Cana Enable not only housed House of Mystery, but they had a comedy comic in the seventies called PLoP exclamation Point. So it was cool to see one of those earlier stories reinterpreted with these characters. And I guess it was double cool that ultimately Dreams servants inside the Castle are the very same canaanable. But wait, there's more. How about the three Mother Maiden and Crone, or as they were known as hosts of another anthology

comic of the Witching Hour, Mildred, Mordred and Cynthia. They are all over Sandman and by the end, everybody fucking shows up. I'm talking Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent. Can't

get much bigger than them in DC. The first eight issues of Sandman are all place setting and are all more or less horror related, with Dream having been imprisoned for the twentieth century, re emerging and dealing with past business, a lot of the stuff we've been talking about, and finally settling back into his role as the head of

the Dreaming. This collection is called Preludes and Nocturns, naturally, but it's the Dollhouse, the next nine issue arc that really cemented not only who the character and the world it inhabits is, but made the title a classic. Gaiman continues drawing from the original Sandman series, pulling in seventy Sandman Frequent Award Jed Walker and making his sister Row the center of the Dreaming and the overall arc of

the story. Not only that they make Jed the mental prisoner of Glob and Brute the original Sandman's two sidekicks, but it's the original characters that made a much more indelible impression. Three fugitives from The Dreaming in our world, one of whom I'm not exaggerating I've thought of at least once a week for the past thirty five years. The Corinthian, a particularly virulent nightmare with snapping mouths for eyes.

He's the inspiration for every serial killer who's ever lived, and is a fictional nightmare that gave me actual nightmares. The series was also wildly inclusive. A Gayman seemed a way ahead of the game, with characters of every race and gender and sexuality, not to mention of every time and every place on Earth. The stories wended their way through every culture, every mythology. All were welcome, and all

were worthy. In The Dreaming, they'd be a total of ten collections from eighty nine to ninety seven Tony Love When There's a Definite ending in comics so fucking rare, during which we'd come to know Morpheus's lost love Nada and her internment in Hell. We'd follow dreams Younger completely oblivious sister Delirium in her questifining their lost brother destruction, and we'd be treated to a dozen or two standalone tales chronicling dream in every agent culture. It's an astounding

and groundbreaking series. Ten collections could have been five. I realized. I say that about most things because I'm a big fan of economy and storytelling, which is something I think they figured out over at Netflix, at least in the case of showrunner Allan Heinberg. We'll get to game and I think his influences everywhere on the show, and I think he's important, but not as important as Heinberg shepherding

the show and breaking it into its appropriate components. Because the series is a fucking long time coming, considering they've been talking about it since basically day one. In nineteen ninety one, two years after the series' debut ted, Elliott and Terry Rossio, those Pirates of the Caribbean guys, were hired to write a script. Everyone will tell you it's terrible. It's not. It's just written so early in the Sandman's gestation that it's lacking the important continuity and context that

would come. My favorite story about this time period is Roger Avery, who directed Rules of Attraction in Killing, So he convinced Warners to keep that script in play and let him direct it. Total insanity and then for his pitch, he showed them Jan Sponckmeyer's film Alice and told him

that's what the Dream Sequences will look like. And then it was put in Turnaround and there was no movement for years and years, which is for the best, because John Peters, I've been in five hundred fights was attached to produce, and apparently the guy who didn't want to see Superman flying kept pushing Sandman to appear at a

rave and duking it out with villains. In the early odds, there was a pretty good script by Jack Thorn which was going to be directed by Joseph Gordon Levitt, and he was going to star in the film, although he was never going to play Morpheus, although he'd be pretty good. He does have an imperious side no, being a very smart actor. He was going to play the Corinthian and I could see him doing very well in that role.

That film fell apart because who cares. Finally, three years ago, three oh my god, twenty twenty two, that's when we got the first season of Sandman.

Tom Sturage, who made a terrific Lord Byron in a film called Mary Shelley from twenty seventeen, that only I've seen stars as Morpheus, Lord of dream the Sandman.

Sturage is excellent. The only way to top it would be to cast Peter Murphy straight out of the opening of The Hunger. Bella Lagosi is dead straight to camera. We've all come to that scene. You know, you have Tom Sturage, that imperiousness that I mentioned president in Joseph Gordon Levitt. It absolutely lives in Sturage's angular frame. Maybe it's an English thing, it certainly comes off the page.

So it's nice to have it represented here. And I think that's what's most impressive about the series as a whole. It's all the little touches getting their due. As I said, the charm of the book, at least to an astute comic fan, was the cobbling together of comic lore, just as the comic itself was cobbling worldwide myth and legend. It felt comforting that the host of the House of Mystery comic was given the same heft as Hades or Lucifer.

There was a bunch of the usual bitching about gender and or race when it came to casting this series. They cast a non binary trends human as desire. No, not the most androgynous character since Ziggy starred us. Don't give us that. It's too in line with the spirit of the original books.

serrements of the grave as clothing. Look, it didn't hurt that she's Susie Sue. I know that she's actually based on a model named Cinnamon. Would come on no matter the inspiration. You've all seen Death from the comics. She was fucking unavoidable. In the nineties with her unc and her eyeliner. Every comic book shop had the High Cost of Living poster up. So yeah, for me, that's visually how I want the Grim Reaper looking. But it was the character friendly. That's what I was really responding to.

And if you don't see that in Kirby HALLI Baptiste and guess what, you're a fucking racist because she is that character, a character that makes me weep openly, and I'm also attracted to, which is weird. Overall, the cast is superb. The ones that really grab me are Gwendolen Christi as Lucifer morning Star, fucking perfect. I mentioned Park as desire sexy, scary, love it, Freddie Fox as Loki.

This is actual asgard Loki, not Marvel trickster Loki. He's excellent with Billie Idle Vibes, Vivian A Champong as Lucienne. I hope I pronounced that right now. Okay, there's one lucy Anne that's a gender swamp and a race swamp. Let me tell you something. If you're bitching about the changes to that character and you met Lucian in the pages of Sandman, your opinion is invalidated by mine because I met Lucian when he was the host of Tales of Ghost Castle. And I'm cool with every swamp in

Switcheroo here because Lucienne is that fucking character. Can we just take the Internet away from the fucking racist or is that more fascist thinking. The best casting though, is

the Corinthian Boyd Holbrook. You know him, but you don't. You should, though. I first saw him in an independent flick from twenty fourteen called The Skeleton Twins that stars Bill Hayter and Kristin Wig. Oh. That must be hilarious. It's not. Do not watch it for comedy. It is not a comedy. It's a great fucking movie and I think about it a lot, honestly, and if you haven't seen it, you really should. Anyone surprised at how thoughtful an actor Bill Hater turned out to be in Barry

wouldn't have been had you seen this movie. Incidentally, they did a read through of that Corman biopic that Jotante has been trying to get off the ground, and Bill Hayter read for Corman, and I just really want that movie to happen with Bill Hayter and not Quentin Tarantino, who's been clamoring for that part. Do not hire that

man as an actor ever again. Hire Bill Hayter, star of Skeleton Twins, or Boyd Holbrook minor co star of Skeleton Twins Bond full on star of the Predator a movie, HP and I will be covering and our upcoming you guessed it, Predator Fest. If you can think of a better title than that, please let me know. Hit me up, FATHERM Malone seven one at gmail dot com. Anyway, Boyd Holbrook was mad Mickelson's right hand and the latest Indiana Jones flick. He was the villain in the logan You

nerds love that one. I've never seen Narcos, but I guess he was in that too. He's great and he's perfect as the Corinthian that I mentioned that. He delivers such a swab and sexy scary performance, absolutely worthy of the character from the book. And they've expanded his role, making him the overall villain of the first season, which is wise, the more Corinthian, the better. I don't think they featured his freaky mouth eyes quite enough. I was

hoping to be totally weirded out. Instead, for that feeling, you're gonna have to wait for season two. Enter Azazl. He's a demon lord, the demon lord, honestly, and he can transform into what can best be described as a sometimes boiling dark cloud, sometimes fleshy, awful thing with no eyes but floating multiple mouths, and by mouths, I just mean the teeth of many mouths that speak singly and sometimes together. It is cosmic terrestrial simultaneously, and it is

altogether horrifying. It's everything in the moving image that the Corinthian was on the page. Speaking of second and final seasons, the first half of it dropped a couple of weeks ago, and the entire series concludes this Thursday. That's July twenty fourth, twenty twenty five. If you're listening in the future and

love dates, we'll call you Julian. This review of the show in its entirety is being made without any knowledge of the five final episodes of the series, nor have I seen the adaptation of that sidebook Death The High Cost of Living that'll be out the week following the finale. So you might be listening in the future and already know,

but I'm assuming those final few will be satisfying. The series overall has been weaving in standalone episodes in organic ways, dispensing with the useless, and giving us two fucking full seasons of essentially the entire run of the Sandman comic. It really feels like a kill your darlings. Let's boil the fucker down to its essentials and put out the best possible work situation, which doesn't mean they couldn't revisit it.

My god, it's the dreaming, and there are other stories featuring these characters that would be fun to explore cinematically. But if I'm being honest, the story is told, and other than a total ground floor page one reboot with entirely new players, I think this is the only version we'll be getting for some time, and I'm good with that.

The fixation on IP but what's left of the studios has kind of convinced us all that we should prepare ourselves for multiple iterations of properties as soon as interest in the last has faded. Whereas we used to be able to marinate in a story or a character or whatever, nowadays it's so fucking relentless that I'm glad there'll be

some air between this iteration and the next. It's the reason that we won't be getting one for some time that's so fucking troubling, the very same reason that's been putting my separate the art from the artist muscle into convulsions for the past year or so. You, motherfucker. You were supposed to be the best of us. You were supposed to be a gentle voice of reason. I'm talking to Neil gaimandirectly. You were supposed to live on a

higher plane of consciousness and inspire us up there with you. If you're triggered by abuse, this is the time to go. Enjoy the rest of your week. I'll talk to you on Friday. During the golden age of Sandman, when he was at every comic con I attended and holding late night readings for his superfans, he never mentioned he was a scientologist. He's disavowed membership since about two thousand and three in a court case, but he was working with

them up until nineteen ninety nine. On one hand, I guess it's cool to grow up in a religion based on the writings of a terrible author and then you go on to be a pretty great author. I dig that. Who wouldn't. But Gaman recruited people to send authors brand new, totally above board religion. Gaiman was a high ranking auditor for years right after college. That's because his dad was

basically Scientology Royalty in the UK. His dad, who went on a bunch of public hunger strikes for scientologist rights in the early seventies and was then labeled a suppressive person in nineteen eighty three, Incent Packing. That was when Neil was auditing. They kicked out his dad, and then Neil Gaiman married a fellow scientologist and kept affiliation with them for two decades and now kind of pretends that

that didn't happen. Now, the scientology thing, I'd like to firmly state has no bearing on his behavior moving forward, the same behavior that means we're getting no more Sandman and probably no more good Omens or American gods for the foreseeable future. Those actions are Gamans alone, and his motivations are the same. And what sucks about the whole thing is it's too easy, because of the public's inexperience with the chosen lifestyle, for Gaman to hide what a

cocksucker he really is. By the way, I'm not going to go into the full details here, this is not the show for that. For more information, go listen to what I listen to, a podcast called Master the allegations against Neil Gaiman The man is a wash in accusations of unwonted touching and groping and the usual dirty old man creepiness, But the bulk of the podcast deals with a very recent case with his child's nanny and their

completely fucked up relationship. That one is made particularly murky by the constant exchanges by the two involved, all documented to the letter by the show. As Murphy are his dealings with a tenant on his property he straight up demanded sexuals favors from for their continued tendency. What a fucking shit show of a human and how utterly disappointing, given how fucking pedestrian it all is. Groping fans on book tours. I guess Tori Amos won't be mentioning you

and liner notes anytime soon. And I say hiding behind a community because he seems fixated on one repeated act over and over. It involves punishment, and it uses some dom sub language, but it seems so fucking pathological that it's really a disservice to call it part of the BDSM scene. Fuck him. I'm fully separating art from artists here. I learned from the Sandman, and I cherish those lessons and I think those books are still valuable. And this series is two I hope it inspires, and in time,

like all those American gods, like all those fallen heroes, we'll just forget about Neil and all that will be left is the Corinthian where that was a long one. I'm going to bed. I apologize for the frequency of the show recently. All it's a lot. I know I probably protest too much and I should probably just go back to once a week, but I remain committed to two shows. I like it, just maybe not the round

up every week. To that end, we are currently doing Fusco Fest and Predator Fest is on the horizon, but future fests are on the table. I think horror is the direction we should be heading in, So send me your ideas. Just don't send me an idea like do the Friday the thirteenth movies. Do not condemn me that way. Think of a cool topic and we'll fucking go with it, and we'll probably have you on to talk. Yes, I am that tired Ripley Jean. She says goodbye. I'm saying goodbye.

Check us out on Friday. We've got HP returning to talk. Fantastic four. That's Roger Corman's fantastic for you think people are sending us screeners. Oh no, no, no, no, no no, But seriously, somebody should hook a fake priest up. I'll do thirty minutes on your new movie. I'll even lie and say it's good.