Bad Movies Rule!

Mailbag time, BMRmy. Full table for the first half, then the shift change. Packages get opened first: a handwritten letter and bottle opener from Joe, Highlander minis (Kurgan and Connor) all the way from England courtesy of Richard, and a massive restock of British sweets, mint balls, tea cakes, and more from Vicky in Leeds — plus a onesie and a very British sealed letter. James also has some big family news to share.

Emails and voicemails cover Bruce Campbell’s My Name Is Bruce, a whole batch of comedy and action suggestions, gator stories, the ongoing “should we do more comedies?” debate, Sam Neill recommendations, a Payback-inspired song from 25 years ago, Chuck Norris nostalgia, restaurant specials, and the usual unhinged fan energy. Ohio somehow becomes a whole thing. Keep sending stuff — thisshowistrash@gmail.com or (262) 757-8567.

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Something’s down in the sewers… and it’s not just the usual Chicago (or is it St. Louis?) nonsense.

This week James is joined by Mel and first-timer Rachel for a full scene-by-scene rampage through the 1980 animal-attack cult favorite Alligator. A little girl’s pet gator gets flushed, some extremely shady growth-hormone experiments go sideways, and suddenly you’ve got a 40-foot reptile treating the city’s underground like an all-you-can-eat buffet of discarded lab dogs, reporters, SWAT teams, and wedding guests.

Robert Forster is pure 1980 cool as the jinxed detective who keeps losing partners. Robin Riker shows up as the skeptical herpetologist (say that three times fast). Michael V. Gazzo’s eyebrows deserve their own credit. Henry Silva arrives ready to hunt. And the practical effects deliver exactly the kind of foam-brick, mannequin-leg, wedding-cake chaos we live for.

Plus the usual BMR mayhem: awards, Arnold recasts, personal alligator near-death stories from Hilton Head, and more sewer-level stupidity than any one movie should contain.

Patrons picked it. The Discord demanded it. We delivered.

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The crew is back with another chaotic dump of emails, voicemails, and physical mail. Bob’s chair gets roasted, an Over the Top arm-break memory resurfaces, Ohio tries to defend itself, and one listener drops a marriage crisis over Battlefield Earth.

There’s medical horror involving cameras where cameras should never go, racing movie rankings, Watcher Texas Ranger deep cuts, Van Damme impressions that sound suspiciously like Triumph the Insult Comic Dog, a Spaceballs observation, South African snack promises, Danny Trejo intimidation stories, Transformers One praise, a very “Not Stallone” poster, Walt Disney’s mysterious final note, Hardy Boys suggestions, Death Proof talk, and a glorious Garbage Pail Kids card haul.

Plus the usual rants about comedies, Tubi, and the never-ending quest to keep the trash pure.

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Live from Smokey Tony’s in North Carolina: Mel Gibson wants his 70 grand back.

James, Charles, and Ryan drove through half the country, cracked open some Cheerwine, and settled in at a public restaurant to riff scene-by-scene through Payback (1999)—the Mel Gibson revenge thriller that somehow became the “family-friendly” choice on the July schedule. What could go wrong?

They dig into the alleyway surgery that opens the movie, the “root for the bad guy” marketing (and the Australian poster problem), Val Resnick’s all-time slimeball performance, Lucy Liu’s unforgettable first-film energy, the Outfit vs. Syndicate naming committee, and every terrible decision that somehow still works. Production chaos, reshoots, Kris Kristofferson, James Coburn’s alligator suitcases, and the eternal question of whether anyone in this city will just take Porter seriously for once.

Awards, recasts, live crowd energy, and pure BMR mayhem follow. It’s a little dicey, a lot of fun, and exactly the kind of night you only get when the crew takes the show on the road.

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This is an extended sample from our full 2+ hour discussion on The Thing, and we can't wait to talk about this cult classic. Want the whole thing? Click the link below to become a Patreon supporter!

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The crew finally sits down with John Carpenter’s icy masterpiece — and for one of us, it’s a first-time watch. What starts as a classic Antarctic isolation story quickly turns into a full-on deep dive: practical effects that still hit like a truck 40+ years later, the legendary Rob Bottin/Stan Winston dog sequence, Kurt Russell’s hat (and the whiskey), Wilford Brimley’s diabetes intensity, Keith David’s slow-burn paranoia, and every terrible decision that lets the Thing keep winning.

We unpack the Norwegian opening (and why they suck at this), the blood test jump scare, the spider-head “you gotta be fucking kidding me” moment, and that endlessly debated ending. Is Childs the Thing? Is MacReady? Are they both just two frozen, exhausted humans who don’t trust each other? We go down the rabbit hole hard — theories, jacket continuity, kerosene whiskey, the works — while still finding time for awards, Seagal recasts, and the usual chaos.

Come hang with the BMRmy for a long, paranoid, practical-effects-loving look at one of the all-time greats.
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