Welcome to Throw in the Pal, a podcast where three mildly talented, majorly struggling actors attempt the impossible in looking for fresh material to mine for online discourse. And wouldn’t you know it, turns out movie’s are a thing, so that’s what we’re going with! Every fortnight, Frank, Marcus, and Tom bat about their opinions on a new film, trying to persuade each other that they have the hottest take in the room. It rarely gets violent, but it’s always a little silly. Enjoy Pals!
Did you hear about the man who couldn't stop eating corn? 28 Ears Later... his blood sugar Spiked, cause he didn't Boyle it well enough. Well, enough of ATJ (All That Joking), why don't you Comer along and Pal it up with these Fienne fellas!
"Per" is a prefix, meaning proportionally attributable in each instance or unit; "form" is a noun, meaning the expression of a thing itself; and "ants" are those things that you have in your pants. That's all the context you need to enjoy The Pals' latest Short n Sweet: Our Favourite Performances of the 2020s (So Far)!
On July 7th, 2025, in celebration of the many Pals they had previously thrown in together, the shortest episode in the podcast's history was recorded in Melbourne, Australia. The many years worth of fun, frivolity and friendship that had amassed up to this point came to be known as The Palwry. Unfortunately, in their foolish attempts to discuss the 2008 film Fool's Gold, the Pals had just about the absolute worst night of their lives. And so, the great (metaphorical) galleons, heavy with their (...
Some say a villain is simply a hero ahead of schedule. Others say that morality is a compass in a maze of magnets, where the only truly righteous beings are those who set their headings by the stars. Others still have been know to say, "Huh? What?" Food for thought, and thus we three provideth a digestive bickie for thee to snack upon while contemplating yon riddle of chivalry and nefariousness upon this sacred, hallowed grounds of the Pals. Huzzah!
Our Pals once were podcasters. But unlike you, listener, they were Pals with bits, "Yes, and"-ers; Pals with spirit. And if their spirit can survive podding with each other for almost three years, then they can survive anything.
What is the deal with Vampires? They're out here all moody, milky pale and trying to avoid any natural light. It's like the front row at a My Chemical Romance concert! And what is it with all this stuff about sucking people dry just to sustain themselves? Where'd they learn that from, my ex-wife?! And hey, I know they've got all these strange weaknesses, but if you ask me, there's lotsa worse ways to go than some garlic and a steak to the heart! Anyway, this episode's all about the best movie va...
And now, the Sinners' prayer: Some films, if rated an eleven, hallowed be thy name; will this be one? Wouldn't that be fun, if we all gave this movie an eleven? Give us today not too wide a spread; and Frank give us our Marcuses, as we give Frank those who Marcus against us; and lead us not into Tom-tation, but deliver us more podcasts. For the pal-dom, the pal-der, and the glor-pal are yours, Pal and forever. Pal-men.
Viewing things as a young child Held a real "je ne sais quoi" So we decided to go buckwild Hi there, it's the monkey who writes the blurbs for Throw in the Pal here! Eagle-eyed viewers will recognise that the above is an acrostic poem, using the acronym VHS as its basis, as this Short 'n Sweet is all about VHS classics from the Pals' childhoods. Some real indulgent shit, I'd say, but whadda I know: I'm just a monkey, ooh ooh, ah ah, you get it. Anyway, students of arithmetic will also note that ...
The Pals... they have minds, and they have souls, as well as just hearts. And they've got ambition, and they've got talent, as well as just beauty. I'm so sick of people saying that podcasting is all the Pals are fit for. I'm so sick of it! But we're so lonely... So join us, won't you, and help alleviate some of our pod-based blues in listening to this week's episode of Throw in the Pal, discussing Greta Gerwig's 2019 adaptation of Little Women.
Video games... What are video games? Are they movies you play, with missions and aims?Is it all interactive, do you pick the events?Do you have to pay more, in dollars and cents?Is there easy and hard as a mode to select?Are there easter eggs hidden for you to detect?If I eat a burrito and hold in a fart,Then unleash it on canvas, would you call it art?"How's that related?" you ask with derision,Life's about swings, not always precision.Anyway, Pals, this episode's truly'bout Video Games that we...
A Minecraft Movie, y'say? Next they'll be doing a Fortnite Feature or a Roblox Reel! And why stop there?! There could even be a THIRD THING! Anyway, enjoy the episode.
People keep writing in and asking the Pals when we're going to start talking more about current events. No, that's not 'currant' as in the berry, so calm down you juice-guzzling sickos. We mean current as in 'currency', the tokens that line our credit and draw us together in the spending spree of modern stuff. Coins and cash and doo-hickeys of all variety, from yen to pounds to the almighty dollary-doo itself. Though it's not the tender itself we're so wowed by here at Pal Enterprises. No no no!...
Now the story of a wealthy man who lost everything, and then the same man who had no choice but to let his boxing career flame out so that he could open up a sleazy nightclub in order to perform atrocious standup comedy and more efficiently make out with teenagers. It's a-Raging Bull, innit?
Balls: what are they good for, anyhow? Can you eat ‘em? Can you take ‘em out on an airplane and play with ‘em without getting into trouble? Can you go one day without someone getting on your case about holding onto ‘em for too damn long? For most of those, the answer is fairly self-evident, even if you’ve become confused somewhere in the middle and started thinking about testicles instead, which seems to be turning into a habit for you. Balls: round and other-shaped, big and not so big, they’re ...
The reason it's called the "f-you-ture" and not the "f-us-ture" is that everyone's is their own to make. That's really the main theme of the Back to the Future movies, if you ignore "white people actually invented rock and roll" and "maybe MILF is a more inclusive term that you originally thought." So let's get back to it, Pals, for our 100th episode spectacular and Season Two finale!!!
The Pals have been watching movies for so long that they almost forgot why they started doing it in the first place: so they could yell vulgarities at each other over minor score disparities. Luckily, we at Throw in the Pal have decided to celebrate our nearly 100 episodes by dedicating an entire "Short n Sweet" to the frequency with which we come close to physical violence when someone dear to us says something disagreeable about the moving pictures and loud noises projected onto a screen that ...
Pal boys, Pal boys, Not just one or two, Not just one or two, There's a third for you.
Picture half of an Australian choccie biscuit, blown up to massive proportions and then frozen over, becoming the coldest, most massive hunk of a common confectionery you've ever seen. They're calling it a Tim Brrrr-tonne, and it's the topic we were supposed to be talking about in this week's episode, but instead we started chatting about this freak-deeky goth director. Whoops!
Adam West did it best when he wore the crusader's vest Mr Affleck sadly naffed it, wasn't made for Gotham habits Robert Patz beat the stats, made for such a brilliant Bats Then there's Christian, sure do miss 'im, even when he's hissy fittin' But this here Michael is an eyeful, with a chin that's most delightful And Nicholson's a tricky one, who cackles like Don Rickles, hon! Throw in the Pal, oh give in now, before we have a mighty row
Whether you're watching the second movie in a documentary series about anatomy (Leg: A Sequel), addressing an elven archer via a misguided nickname as you instruct him to use his water powers to stymy an oceanic tempest ("Lega! Sea quell!") or you've just got a mouthful of turkey stuffing and are garbling random syllables while trying not to asphyxiate ("Leh... guh... thee... kwoll!"), you're more than familiar with the term Lega-sequel. So this mini-sode is probably completely pointless. Enjoy!...
If Booksmart, does that mean Moviedumb? The answer may surprise you...
What's this?! An episode where the Pals have decided to discuss the sometimes illustrious, oft-ignominious life of Oscar, Sesame Street's grouchiest denizen? Or is it, instead, a dialectical in which the automobile industry of Australia and its multivalent products (colloquially known as Oz-cars) are given a right old lashing of the Pals' ever-waggling mouth slugs? Or, perhaps, it's some third, even more ludicrous thing? All false, I fear! Instead, the Pals are discussing the upcoming Academy Aw...
You know how to whistle, don't you? You just put your lips together and blow... Well, no, not quite like that. That's less of a whistle, more of a, uh... wet trumpet, I guess. Overall, not a very pleasant soun-- Hup, still goin' are ya? Right, well, yes you... you certainly are enthusiastic. By the by, couldn't help but notice the golden cap you have on one of your incisors. That's... yeah, that's a choice. Adds a strange texture to this this whole damp farty-mouth thing you've really chosen to ...
On the seventh day, God rested. He had created the heavens and the Earth; all things terrestrial and cosmic had unfolded and sprung from His benevolent palms, twisting together in arcs of splendour and horror to find shape in four key elements: fire, water, wind and soil. And yet, in his infinite wisdom and boundless scope, the Lord had neglected the fifth and final element, the crucial component that would fuse these disparate particularities, making them greater as a whole than they could ever...
Why do we kiss? Is it just to swap spit? To supplement words when we lack any wit? Are we driven to taste what someone has eaten? Does it lift up our spirits when our will has been beaten? And what about watching others lock lips? What's up with that? Seems sorta suspish... Are we perverts, romantics or something between When we're moved by the smackin' we see on the screen? This rhyme holds no answers, all truth is amiss So pucker up, Pals, and give us a kiss!...
Did you know that in French, death is known as "the little orgasm". It's true, kinda! Perhaps that's why Marion Cotillard looks like that when she snuffs it in The Dark Knight Rises. Well, since people have been dying on the big screen almost as long they've been dying to get onto the big screen, the Pals compiled some of the most convincing (and even some of the most non-vincing) death-de-liars of the celluloidal era, in this Short and Sweet (also know as "The Die-t Edition") of instalment of T...
The Exorcist is a story of pain. The pain of late 20th-century America, torn asunder by the dual impulses of its self-avowed exceptionalism: the urges to expand and to conserve. The pain of raising children in a world where spurious, quasi-religion dichotomies of vice and virtue erode under the weight of moral relativism. The pain of confronting one's own frailties, not just those of the flesh but those of the spirit, the pale recognition that love has its limits but terror, as always, is infini...
[read as a flamboyant pirate] Why durst we cry when we're happy 'n sad? Is it cos of the burden of being, me lad? The land-lubbers cling to their dirt and their dwellin, While seafaring cineastes're like to be yellin' For somethin' twixt joy and a tidal despair That costs naught but yer tears, so buyer's beware! In venturin' this far, you're showing some foul Inclination to voyage, and to Throw in the Pal
So there's a man walking through a dense woodland area, until he finally comes to a solitary cabin with rooms to let. He walks up to it and raps twice, loudly, on the door. "Who's there?" comes a reply. "Bob," the man responds. "Uh huh, Bob Down, I suppose?" says the now-wary voice emanating from the cabin. "I've heard that one before, mate! You'll hafta do better than that." "Now, look here," Bob implores, "I'm a simple man named Bob, and I'd like a place to stay for the night." "No jokers admi...
You know who deserves an Oscar when it comes to showbiz? That guy on every film set who is always dealing with the trash left behind by the cast and crew. He should have someone to help him with that, perhaps some green little fuzzy guy comfy in confined spaces who leans towards grumpiness. If we could all collectively agree that the chief custodian of all movie productions deserves such an accomplice, I think we'd all shout in unison: How Don't They Have An Oscar?! Which is also what this episo...
