Scary Thoughts

Final Destination: Bloodlines (2025) is the sixth installment in a (mostly) beloved franchise of fright films. Fans consider it one of the best in the series, and even the less enthused have found gems to enjoy. The opening sequence is a blast. The kills are hilarious and maximalist. And you even get a little bit of character development.  The conversation stays mostly on topic, but let’s be honest, Bloodlines is like a new AC/DC album. You know what you’re getting.  We stray into conversation about Japanese denim, ghost outfits and fast fashion, and the new Ryan Coogler film, Sinners.  Overall, this episode is a real hoot.

Companion (2025) comes to us at a great time in our culture’s history. As of this writing, AI hucksters are incinerating the planet so anyone can prompt Harry Potter fan fiction and the innumerate can vibe code their way to enough series A funding to purchase one-way flights to the Martian refugee colonies of the ultra wealthy.  If those words are unfamiliar to you, just wait. Soon enough, the tech oligarchs will replace you with a subservient version of yourself that will. Or maybe they’ll just make paperclips until we’re all dead.  But don’t be a sad android! This is a fun movie and we have a fun time talking about it. We discuss AI doomerism, loneliness, The Book of Love song “Boy”, and of all things, the power of love.  Special note: this weekend is the @unnamedfootagefestival and we’ll be out exploring the unhinged visions of our comrades with our rapidly deteriorating meatsuits. Be there!

In this episode, we sink our yellowed fangs into Nosferatu (2024). It’s one of our best conversations in a while. Likely due to our occult powers ascending and a potent peasant stew of nicotine and caffeine. We talk about orthodox exorcisms, Lily-Ross Depp’s rise as an actor, supernatural penises, and what kind of undead creatures we’d like to be. Robert Eggers has once again delivered an incredible looking film that shows what you can do with an absurd obsession for details. Are we all in on this mustachioed addition to the vampire mythos? Definitely. Though, we have our usual Statler-and-Waldorf-grade complaints.

The Substance (2024) is a nearly perfect example of what we like in movies. It’s dripping with weighty ideas about bodies and power’s putrid hold on humanity. The director is an alluring French woman who appears to be a deep fan of all the dark shit we’re into. The actors are going for it hard. The effects are practical. It’s absurdly gory and fun. To conversate and celebrate this body horror peak, we’re joined by Monique Jenkinson–who needs little introduction to our audience–but just in case, she’s an artist, choreographer, and writer best known for her work as a Bay-Area-based drag icon. She sometimes pastes magazine photography to herself, though not always to conceal the transformative effects of black market beauty regimens.  This is a focused episode where we get deep into the film and its perennial themes. We talk about the design of biohacker products, how youth is wasted on the young, our aging aches and pains, and the differences in how the male and female gazes approach butt shots.   If you’ve been enjoying our Alien run, fear not, we will be returning to that soon enough. We needed a break from Weyland-Yutani’s corporate culture.  For now, enjoy this conversation about a great film that actually came out this year.

David Fincher’s first film, Alien 3 (1992), is a notorious example of studio meddlers clashing with an auteur-minded director, leaving a franchise in the khazi. It’s a shame, because xenomorphs are basically money makers. The film has some solid performances and a gloriously grimy setting. But alas, the film (both cuts) is a mess. The special effects are majorly downgraded from Aliens. The plot is full of more holes than a pair of old Weyland-Yutani panties. But they did manage to give Sigourney the noble death she wanted along with a suitcase full of money. We keep fairly on topic this episode. Marc’s hatred for the film simmers beneath, while Chad tries to conjure Kanye conjecture. It’s a solid one.