How far would you go for fame, fortune, sex and… really great piano playing skills? Would you sell your soul to the Devil? Would you trade in your meager existence for someone else’s far better one? Tough decisions. But, what’s much easier than that is bowing before the altar of Terror Transmission and giving yourself fully to our commentary on 1971’s The Mephisto Waltz. Drift off to an eternal slumber of film background, the sensitive Alan Alda, ’70s love sandwiches, the fine art of selectivity, fanny lust, sex lords, teeth tangents, pre-teen soap opera addiction, hard spankings and other multilingual divinations from two horny (but handsome) drunks in creepy masks. By sweet Shalimar, let it be done!
These days, finding a chaste woman can be difficult. You could roam the countryside hither and yon and still not find a pure source of untainted blood from which to suck greedily. I mean, let’s face it, being a vampire is a real pain in the ass. To alleviate some of that misery, listen to Matt and Jason as they take you on a hopeless journey through 1974’s Blood for Dracula. Feast upon the impure meat of movie facts, the joy of Warhol hatred, being topical, wirgins, dirty undercarriages, lax vampires, making fun of Tony Scott, intentional baldness, foreign charm, failed idealism, and other oily inedibles. Then for dessert, enjoy some delicious e-mails. So, listen in, and we’ll treat ya real sweet.