Our esteemed host for the mini, Mr. Elliott Kalan, takes Dan and Stu on a tour through Oscar history by quizzing them on some of the most forgettable Best Picture winners of all time

Booksmart was one of Dan’s favorite movies of its year. Director Olivia Wilde’s big-budget follow-up, Don’t Worry Darling… has problems. Dan, Stu, and Elliott chat about them, while mostly ignoring the extra-textural hubbub around the movie. Mostly. Don’t worry, darlings. Or do. We aren’t your dads.

This is one of the zanier minis we’ve done — so much so, that we kind of don’t even want to spoil it for you. Just take a number, and dive right in!

We start the new year off with a BIG movie, especially according to its star, Mr. Dwayne Mr. “The Rock” E. Normous Johnson. It’s Black Adam, a superhero probably even fewer of you have heard of than Shazam (nee Captain Marvel), in whose pages B. Adam first appeared. He’s not your daddy’s superhero, in that he kills a bunch of people, but he probably is your daddy’s (or granddaddy’s) superhero in the sense that he’s from 1945. Anyway, they made a long, boring movie about him, so we talk about it.

The videos are in, and it’s time for the listeners to vote on who wins the Sexy Xenomorph video contest, for some FH prizes, including getting to pick a movie for us to cover! ONE: First off, Ottilie contributes this intricate, all-puppet interpretation of our sure-to-be-hit single! TWO: Elizabeth’s version is a delightful collage. A […]

Hope you’re ready for a “mini” that’s as long as one of our regular episodes! With the new year just beginning, Dan, Stuart, and Elliott look back and discuss their top movies of 2022 (with the caveat that none of us has the time to see everything in the “best of ’22 conversation), and also […]

Mr. Christmas himself, Alonso Duralde, of many other podcasts, returns to dissect the third, and most narratively sweaty, of the Santa Clause trilogy, “The Escape Clause.” Also, if you’re wondering who stole Cagemas, Dan says a few words about it. Let’s not say “goodbye” let’s just say “congratulations, Mr. Cage, on paying off your castles.”

What even is a Christmas movie anyway?