Popcorn Pulse 164: Crocs Undees

Oi, Skippy. Slip on your daks and check your breath. You don’t want to fail the blow in the bag or end up clipping someone elses grass. Else you’re not driving you can grab a frothy as we take a walk about in the merry land of Oz. That’s right, we’ve done the movie Crocodile Dundee(1986).

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Popcorn Pulse 163: Trouble bout Nothin

Like a loudmouth wandering into a monks cloister we’ve got Nothing but Trouble(1991). Imagine you’re a Hollywood producer in the last of the eighties. Dan Akroyd had been part of an immensely successful pair of movies in Ghostbusters and he pitches you a movie. Based on a traffic stop he once had. You snort enough coke to buy Pablo Escobar two more hippos and a green light that with your powder packin’ pecker then proceed to call up your favorite hooker.

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Popcorn Pulse 162: Shopping Cop

Uncover your smokers and slap your meat, we’ve got more Frank Grillo. See because his last name is Grillo and it’s kinda like grill. So what if this time he was a sort of political fixer in Vegas and he was trying to turn himself over to the feds for protection? That’s where we start in Copshop[2021].

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Popcorn Pulse 160: Express Malibu

Another year, another harvest of actor deaths. We definitely don’t take advantage of this to choose movies or anything. It’s certainly a tribute to their craft. Yes, that’s what we’re going to go with. Who to pick this week? Fuck. We didn’t think that far ahead. Art Metrano it is.

We jointly talk about Malibu Express(1985). One of the first movies by Andy Sidaris. A man famous for putting in gratuitous nudity, guns, and explosions. The main character is Cody. He’s a private investigator who’s on his first case investigating or maybe guarding a family. There’s someone stealing chips from the US and selling them to the Soviets. Not that it really matters as this is all an excuse to feature topless Playmates.

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Popcorn Pulse 159: A Nut Job

You’d better not pout. You’d better not shout. You’d better not ask exactly how and why an actor gaining a whole bunch of weight makes sense in this day and age. Even losing a whole bunch of weight is reserved for nut bags who snort ground up Oscars. So what the hell was Russel Crowe thinking in Unhinged[2019]?

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Popcorn Pulse 158: House of Road

Like a B movie star with a latex allergy, Hollywood has spawned a whole bunch of illegitimate sequels to things that we once enjoyed. Yet we’ve so far been spared at least one wild move that epitomizes the decade it’s from. No, not Back to the Future. Ok, so the second eighties movies they haven’t yet stuck their silver nitrate poisoned cock into. We’re talking Road House(1989).

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Popcorn Pulse 157: Pork Chop Express

It’s throwback Thursday. And by that we mean Monday. At least we recorded this on Monday. If you wanted to hold off until Thursday to make it accurate you’re fully empowered to do so. You are master of the destiny you pursue. Either way when you get to it, we’ve talked about Big Trouble In Little China(1986).

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Popcorn Pulse 156: Draft Back

We’re knee deep in summer. Up here in the proper hemisphere where things are warm. It’s bikini weather and Weltall is frightening his neighbors with Italian thongs and a ratty ice cream truck. How best to cool down when the sun heats up? We’ll talk about a movie where they fight fires. So we’ve got Backdraft(1991).

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Popcorn Pulse 155: Not So Bond

What was it with the nineties and heist movies? Was there a memo somewhere in Hollywood that was said “money is boring, they must steal art!” There might have been if just so the plebs don’t get the idea to rob the movie execs of their money. No doubt kept under a dirty mattress next to a moldering hooker.

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