This week a Saturday Night Live sketch becomes a full motion picture, will Johnny fall for the mulleted one’s charms? Become obsessed with KFBR392? Will Stallone promote Rambo: Last Blood?
Johnny and Andrew look back over the last year of the podcast, the highs and the lows, and Johnny can’t stop talking about that trip to Nashville he took. So Andrew naturally annoys him constantly over it.
In this tribute to those that left us over the last 16 years, WE ARE SO INCREDIBLY SORRY! WE ARE GOOD PEOPLE. This COMEDY episode of a show decides to take on the sober, bruising, brilliant examination on the horrors of 9/11. WE ARE SORRY.
A Saga Of The Year 3000 - As Requested By Thomas Walker
Andrew and Johnny praise Xenu and join SEAOrg for the telling of L. Ron Hubbard's syfy epic, starring Dreadlock Travolta and a pre-Oscar Forest Whitaker and nothing whatsoever acceptable and OH GOD WHAT HAVE WE DONE?!?
Johnny brings his own brand of 'special secret movie' to Andrew's birthday party, along with a slew of celebrity guests to celebrate with the boys in a rambunctious experience for the weekend.
So end-eth Rambo Month, episode 5 is the best of the Rambo movies, a buddy comedy about two kids who want to make a sequel to a film they love. 2 goofy kids talking for 2 hours? Is this a podcast!
Andrew and Johnny discuss Kong: Skull Island for way too long before focussing on the movie where John Rambo helps fight Charlie Wilson's War, and a man is tortured by being lifted up and down and up and down again. Thrilling.
Johnny and Andrew return with Rambo Month, 5 weeks of Sylvester Stalllone impressions and many killings. Except in First Blood, where Brian Dennehy wants to stop Rambo walking over a bridge.
Johnny is away so Andrew reveals why we're not on this February, and with a very special guest he announces March's special movie month.
Johnny's car breaks down in Statham country and there's only one man to hire through the deep web. So take out your spanners and grease your engines, we're looking West, Simon West, for the remake of Charles Bronson's probably miserable thriller, now a Stallone-friendly action spatula.