My Bloody Podcast
Episode #177 of My Bloody Podcast begins like a bad idea. The kind that usually ends with a bottle of whiskey, an Amazon rental receipt,
September 3, 2025
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Episode #177 of My Bloody Podcast begins like a bad idea. The kind that usually ends with a bottle of whiskey, an Amazon rental receipt,
Which brings us to the inevitable fan debate, the ending. For the book faithful, there’s a raw, ambiguous power to the final moments that some
On episode #134 of Fear and Loathing in Cinema, the four superhero sidekicks that is Bryan, Dan, Chelsea, and Preston, voluntarily subject themselves to Superman
I landed on a scene from Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter, known as Part IV, released in 1984, which, in classic horror-movie fashion, was
On episode #133 of Fear and Loathing in Cinema, the squad piles into the back of a cop car with Martin Lawrence and Luke Wilson
On episode #176 of My Bloody Podcast, Bryan and Preston do what any respectable horror nerds would do with a free evening: they crack open
Which brings us to their second feature, Bring Her Back, a film that asks the ultimate question of grief: “How far would you go to
There are very few things that can make a grown adult reconsider owning dolls, but for me, it all began with one grainy VHS tape
If you’ve spent any time in Texas, you know two things: the brisket is smoked low and slow, and the Dallas Cowboys are God’s chosen
In the annals of American independent cinema, few films have the improbable origin story, and the quiet gravitational pull of Charles Burnett’s Killer of Sheep.
By now, one would assume Death has better things to do. But no, on the 175th episode of My Bloody Podcast, Bryan, Preston, and Chelsea
By the 132nd episode of Fear and Loathing in Cinema, one begins to wonder if Bryan, Dan, Chelsea, and their revolving door of guests aren’t
Watching America’s Team is to be reminded that football is not just a game but a narrative engine, one that churns out myths as readily
A few years later, they made Wet Hot American Summer. It’s a film that, upon release, was largely ignored, as though the world simply wasn’t
On the 174th episode of My Bloody Podcast, Bryan, Preston, Chelsea, and Dan set out to solve the great cinematic mystery of the week: the
On the 131st episode of Fear and Loathing in Cinema, a podcast that has spent more time in the ‘90s than the Clinton administration. Bryan,
There’s one scene, though, that deserves to be put in the Louvre, or at the very least looped forever in the background of a highbrow
And that third act? Good luck. It’s audacious. It’s brutal. It’s batshit. It’s the kind of finale that reminds you you’re alive, because your heart
So what is Mac and Me? Is it a failed E.T. knockoff? A cautionary tale about unchecked corporate synergy? A secretly progressive film that centers
After a month-long sabbatical devoted to fireworks, hot dogs, and the peculiar patriotism of horror fandom (because nothing says “Independence” like a masked killer with
But the reason the scene endures is because it’s us. It’s every dumb, joyful car ride we’ve ever had, every off-key duet we’ve ever screamed
Frailty is horror with a soul, a brain, and, most disturbingly, a body count that feels frighteningly plausible. It’s a film about family, faith, and
On the gloriously unhinged 130th episode of Fear and Loathing in Cinema, Bryan, Chelsea, Wade, and, making a cameo so brief it rivals Dave Matthews
The result? The funniest film since “Netflix and chill” was still edgy. Perhaps it’s time to update the phrase: The Naked Gun and fuck. Because
There’s something oddly comforting about the fact that, in any column like this, Martin Scorsese is bound to show up early and often, like a
There are filmmakers you respect, and then there’s Mike Judge; our unassuming, soft-spoken Nostradamus of middlebrow America. If Kubrick dissected humanity’s cosmic anxieties, Spielberg gave
Some people move to Texas for the brisket. Others come for the low taxes, wide skies, or a spiritual reawakening via H-E-B. But for Chelsea
If Marvel wants to course-correct, they could do worse than watch James Gunn’s Superman on loop for a few days. Or maybe, just maybe, stop
Yes, Dumbo; that compact, unassuming film, originally intended as a short and clocking in at a brisk 64 minutes; waddled onto screens and, to everyone’s
There are a few moments in cinema so uproariously funny, so joyously absurd, so perfectly executed, that they are seared into the collective comedic consciousness
