The Rewatch Party

For Halloween, the crew goes into Maximum Overdrive, Stephen King’s one-and-only directorial meltdown brought to you by a truly 1980's amount of cocaine.  Angry trucks, possessed toasters, and for the love of god, will someone please tell AC/DC to shut directly the eff up. Somewhere between exploding drawbridges and the Green Goblin semi grinning like a maniac, the chaos starts to feel almost profound.  Almost. We talk killer vending machines, sleazy Bible salesmen, and the mystery of why a comet’s “space fart” would make a lawnmower homicidal.  It’s a glorious junkyard of blood, beer, and bad decisions held together by pure noise and misplaced confidence. By the end, one truth remains: this isn’t a movie to rewatch alone. It’s a social event, best shared with chemical assistance.  Consider it practice for when the machines rise up.  You’ll want someone nearby to confirm that, yes, it’s really happening. https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0091499/

Nick and Anthony return to the dojo this week to unpack Marantau, a martial arts coming-of-age story about a gap year involving a bus ride, a sewer-pipe apartment, and several felony assaults. Between righteous fury at the close-up finger-food scene and the realization that “bear-crawl fighting pajamas” are an actual thing, this episode proves enlightenment might just come one punch at a time. We wax on philosophically and wrestle with the film’s so-called spiritual journey.  Let's call it like it is: this is “Indonesian Rumspringa.” Let's marvel together at the 500 dialects of Indonesia, question the logic of subtitles that can’t agree with the dubbing, and still find time to detour into Chick-fil-A parking lot road rage. Gareth Evans may have set out to honor a martial art, but Nick and Anthony are here to celebrate every flying kick and cultural misunderstanding with equal enthusiasm. From Kevin James look-alike jokes to philosophical musings about sewer living, Marantau gets the full Rewatch Party treatment—half academic, half alley fight. Yes we can admire Iko Uwais, baffle at every bump on the fight-club plinko board, and still offend every monk who stumbles into the pod. Enlightenment achieved, bruises optional. https://www.imdb.com/title/tt1368116/

Paul Newman and Robert Redford ride again with Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, a film where outlaws rob trains, the soundtrack does acid, and everyone somehow looks like they’ve been airbrushed by God. Between the sepia intro and the bicycle ballet, we’re wondering how a movie about running from the law manages to feel like a cologne commercial. Elise remembers it from when she was seven, Anthony gets lost somewhere between “Hole in the Wall” jokes and actual geography, and Nick treats the entire script like an HR violation waiting to happen. It’s part Western, part buddy comedy, part fever dream about free cold air conditioning and dynamite etiquette. We debate whether crime really does pay, why Paul Newman was legally required to be hot, and how much dynamite is “too much” when you’re opening a safe. Also: there’s a guy named Woodcock, and that goes about how you’d expect. If you came here for film criticism, bless your heart. If you came to ruin Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head forever, well, saddle up. https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0064115/

Despite all the reasons to hate on the government, they did give us a reason to watch George Clooney, Ewan McGregor, and Jeff Bridges dropping acid in the desert while cosplaying psychic soldiers. This week, we’re finding out if truth is actually dumber than fiction with The Men Who Stare at Goats. We stare deep into the third eye of government-funded weirdness, talk mind tricks, and wonder why anyone would second-guess killing goats with brainwaves as a solid use of taxpayer money. Clooney’s rocking a mustache, McGregor’s trying not to say “Jedi,” and Jeff Bridges is vibing through Vietnam like a barefoot guru with Pentagon backing. It’s chaos with a side of hummus. We dig into psychic shenanigans, questionable soundtrack choices, and the real-life lunacy behind it all. And we can't help but hold a a heated debate about the fine art of the fart joke. Crank up the Boston, grab an energy drink, and prepare for invisible soldiers, hamsters in peril, and enough deviled egg talk to make your grandma nervous. This one’s weird, loud, and probably more accurate than you’d like to believe.

Join us as we try to remember Chris Nolan’s freshmaker Memento! It’s not confusion, it’s art: a Polaroid un-developing, blood shooting back into a body, and a gun working in reverse like it’s got a refund policy. Meanwhile we’re just trying to keep our notes straight without accidentally tattooing “don’t believe his lies” on ourselves. No white or male goes unscrutinized as we question who to trust and whether a tattoo counts as a “fact”. We also chat Nolan family drama, Chicago accents, sausage debates, Sharpie jokes, and Guy Pearce’s abs (sharp enough to slice the editing timeline). It’s one of the easiest recommendations Nick will ever make, but also one most likely to send Elise into the fetal position muttering “I’m so confused” while the rest of us pretend we have a system. Tune in and unshoot this masterpiece one scene at a time.  And do yourself a favor, get a "don't give Anthony the Polaroid if you invite him into your home" tattoo now so you don't forget and regret. https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0209144/

Whoa.  This week we take the Red Pill back to Newest York and the post-apocalyptic doom sewers. We’re finally talking about The Matrix, a cinematic masterpiece which as far as we can tell is all about “goopy” mirrors, dial-up modem noises, OG parkour, and kleenex sales.   The numbers, the awards, and the reasons half of us somehow missed this in theaters back in 1999 are all on the table. We wrestle with whether this really is the best thing the Wachowskis ever put their fingers into, and argue about which inside jokes deserve permanent status. What’s it like to scream in a movie theater and have the manager show up? You’ll hear about that, plus sequels that broke us, and the deep question of whether pain in the real world hits your Matrix body too. They say to deny your impulses is to deny what makes us human, and we're not exactly in the denail business here. https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0133093/

Fresh off the flesh, the steaks deliver themselves on the latest episode of The Rewatch Party. Elise left Nick, Anthony, and Manny to their own devices and they're taking on Tim Burton’s 1996 sci-fi masterpiece(?): Mars Attacks!, a film pitched on a series of random alien trading cards that somehow landed a spect-ack-ack-ack-ular cast. Debate the film's minimal box office profit margin, uncover the origin of the iconic martian “ack ack ack”, and a walk down memory lane to the days of Blockbuster, Hastings, and the noody aisle.  So ultimately is this a misunderstood masterpiece or a total misfire fit only for TRUE pokemon nerds like Geoff?  Only one way to settle it.  Tune in and ack ack ack like you mean it. https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0116996/

Check our gravitational force, bitches! Welcome back to The Rewatch Party. This week, we go big blue and get loud, as it's knives out time for Zack Snyder's Man of Steel. We’re talking about the World Engines, musty atmospheres, and an opening five minutes that somehow turns Krypton into a thirst joke. We dive deep into the film that changed everything for the DC universe, and we don't pull any punches. Do we name-check James Gunn's Superman a non-zero amount of times? Yes. Is Henry Cavill’s torso treated like a national monument? Yes. We also get into the real MVP of the film: the town of Sandwich, Illinois. Also on the menu: Kal-El as space Moses and helpful tips about thumbs as a measurement system. We roast Snyder, pitch a “Lawrence Fishburn” seafood restaurant, and get into the real controversy: a neck snap while the main fight scene likely killed half a city. It's a "Lawrence Fishburn" seafood-joint pitch that somehow becomes the dream. It’s a spicy one, so come for the chaos, stay for the punchlines, and maybe a new restaurant concept. https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0770828/

Grab your sour-patch straws, stop sour punching your straw, and join us as we slip into the impeccably tailored, morally dubious world of The Man from U.N.C.L.E., where Henry Cavill smirks his way through the Cold War and Armie Hammer glowers in various shades of “angry Russian.” We talk about the opening Berlin chase, the world’s suavest tablecloth yank, and why Guy Ritchie clearly decided style was more important than historical accuracy—or sometimes, basic physics. Also, everyone is ridiculously good-looking, and yes, we noticed. Repeatedly. Somewhere between the CIA, the KGB, and whatever Hugh Grant is doing in this movie, there’s a plot about nuclear warheads, a fake engagement, and a fashion show that doubles as spycraft. We pick apart the “unlikely partners” dynamic, try to decide if Gaby is the actual MVP, and get distracted by the soundtrack every time Roberta Flack or Nina Simone shows up. (Seriously, this might be the most our Spotify queues have been influenced by a rewatch.) Naturally, we wander into side quests: our rankings of cinematic buddy duos, a brief tangent about how many spy movies would be ruined if the characters had iPhones, and Elise’s theory that Cavill’s Solo is basically James Bond on a heavy sedative. Somewhere in there we debate who in the group could actually pull off a 1960s double-breasted suit. Spoiler: not all of us. By the end, we’re in Istanbul, the team’s assembled, and we’re low-key mad this stylish mess never got a sequel. If you’re into slick visuals, flirty banter, and the occasional implausible stunt involving vintage cars, you might want to give this one another spin—preferably with a drink in hand and your sharpest spy outfit on standby. https://www.imdb.com/title/tt1638355

This week, we threw ourselves into the hotel-issued bathrobe that is Maid in Manhattan and found it two sizes too absurd. With Jennifer Lopez playing a maid-turned-mistaken-socialite and Ralph (Ray? Rafe?) Fiennes as the blandest romantic lead money can buy, we tried to find some substance in a movie so fluffy it might actually be Scotchgard-resistant. We also spent a concerning amount of time arguing about how to pronounce “Ralph” and why Bob Hoskins, of all people, was trapped in this cinematic housekeeping assignment. From awkward bathroom run-ins to a Nixon-obsessed child to the tragic misuse of Stanley Tucci, we couldn’t help but pick apart every baffling beat of this film. Why does JLo keep getting asked to run errands like a personal assistant? Why does her son speak like a retired political speechwriter? Why does Ralph Fiennes keep showing up in movies where he clearly doesn’t want to be? These are the kinds of questions that kept us going—well, those and the occasional inappropriate joke about magazine ink and insured assets. We also went on a much-needed detour to Manhattan, Kansas, where we imagined a superior version of the film featuring Rock-a-Belly’s nachos, peanut butter tacos from Lucha, and Bob Hoskins as a small-town legend who probably runs the local deli. Honestly, that version of Maid in Manhattan might have gotten five stars from us. And though we gave producer Andrew plenty of reasons to fade us out mid-rant, he (miraculously) lets the full Bob Hoskins tangent play out. You’re welcome. Look, we’re not saying Maid in Manhattan is the worst movie we’ve ever watched, but we’re definitely not not saying that either. Tune in for some strong opinions, stronger tangents, and a group slowly losing their grip on cinematic reality—all in under two hours, unlike the movie. https://www.imdb.com/title/tt1638355/

We finish our long detour from the Official M's with a stop at the guzzoline station once again with Nick, Elise, Anthony, Manny, and Dan.  It's a thunderous ride through Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga — and it’s safe to say, George Miller still knows how to throw a punch (and then chase it down with a monster truck). This time, the Wasteland’s most metal myth gets the prequel treatment, and we’re all aboard for the full operatic fury of it. From Hemsworth’s scene-chewing Dementus to Anya Taylor-Joy’s thousand-yard stare, we debate just how much Furiosa earns its epic runtime and whether it hits the same mythic highs as Fury Road. Is it better as a five-part saga than a traditional three-act film? Does it matter when the action rips this hard? Opinions fly as fast as buzzsaws, and no one escapes unscathed — especially not Dan, who’s doing some serious soul-searching over his Fury Road loyalty. Naturally, the crew takes a few exits off Fury Road to explore long-distance hauls, “Oscar bait for people who like explosions,” and whether or not Dementus would’ve thrived on Tumblr. Elise breaks down the emotional calculus of biker gang vengeance, Anthony stans for gasoline-based morality plays, and Manny lurks in the audio shadows, sharing a mic with Nick and dropping chrome-dusted commentary when it counts. If you’re still chasing that War Boy high or wondering how many bananas it would take to build an oil refinery, this one’s for you. Come for the dissection of Miller’s lore-building — stay for the fight about Fury Road vs Furiosa that will absolutely tear your soul in half. https://www.imdb.com/title/tt12037194

This week, we crash through skylights, tumble off scaffolding, and land (mostly) on our feet as we celebrate Elise’s birthday with The Fall Guy — a stunt-heavy, meta-rom-com-action-comedy that somehow makes all those genres work together… barely. Join us as we lovingly suplex this chaotic gem of a movie and ask the big questions: Is this a rom-com or a John Wick riff in a trucker hat? Why is Ryan Gosling always crying perfectly? And what exactly is Hannah Waddingham doing in this movie? As usual, we veer wildly off-script and into delightful disaster. Elise reveals her deep thirst for hot messes and broken men. Nick and Manny debate whether this is cinema or just a very expensive flex by David Leitch. Anthony keeps asking, “But is it fun?” and we all try to answer — while dodging flaming barrels and narrative whiplash. Somewhere between an earnest homage and a stitched-together meme of a movie, The Fall Guy gives us plenty to cheer and jeer. There’s full-throated appreciation for the art of stunt work, gleeful roasting of a plot that may or may not exist, and many passionate impressions of men named Colt Seavers. We might not agree on the rewatchability, but we do agree: Ryan Gosling can throw himself down a flight of stairs like nobody’s business. Whether you’re in it for the love story, the explosions, or just to hear Elise talk about her ideal garbage man (in the romantic sense, we swear), this episode hits like a flaming stunt car leaping through a billboard — messy, over-the-top, and absolutely worth the ride.

Chrome and chaos at full throttle, his week we hit the dusty, diesel-soaked highway to rewatch Mad Max: Fury Road, and it's war-boy wild. Nick, Anthony, Elise, and our special guest Adele rev their engines for an unrelenting breakdown of George Miller’s masterwork, from Furiosa’s defiance to Immortan Joe’s drippingly gross dental situation. Along the way, we celebrate cinematic mayhem, overanalyze flame-throwing guitars, and somehow wind up debating the mechanics of milk harvesting. (Sorry in advance.) We talk trauma, share Adele’s hype for feminist vengeance, and Anthony… well, Anthony has a helicopter situation. Whether you ride eternal, shiny and chrome, or you’re still trying to figure out what a half-life war pup even is, this one’s a furious good time. Witness us. https://www.imdb.com/title/tt1392190

We swing into the chaos feet first, maybe strapped to a bungee cord.  Nick, Anthony, and Elise tangle with Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome. It’s the wildest entry in the franchise, where apocalyptic grit meets cartoon logic, and Tina Turner rules it all in chainmail and sheer force of will. Between pig-powered politics and rubber-band cage matches, this is Max like we’ve never seen him before, and possibly never wanted to. Go full Thunderdome: feral children with religion-grade fanfic, post-nuclear sax solos, and more camel jokes than anyone asked for. Elise tries to untangle the feral baby lore, Anthony ponders the economics of brothels in the wasteland, and Nick keeps a running tally of how many times the phrase “two men enter, one man leaves” gets shouted into the void. Is it satire? Is it slapstick? Is it secretly a rejected Hook sequel with more pigs? Maybe. But we’re here for every glorious, confusing minute of it. So grab your viewfinder prophecy, put your monkey in charge, and meet us under the dome.  The only law that matters is the one Tina Turner wrote herself. https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0089530/

We suit up with Nick, Elise, and Anthony for a screaming-death-metal joyride through Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior — a film that finally lets the Mad Max franchise become its full, feral self. This week’s episode is a dirt-caked love letter to flamethrowers, mohawks, and one of the best truck chases ever put to film. With more grease, grunts, and guzzolene than you can shake a trident at, the gang is running on all cylinders. Elise marvels at the commitment to practical stunts, Nick channels his inner Humungus apologist, and Anthony quietly starts a one-man HR investigation into post-apocalyptic warlord ethics. We dig deep into George Miller’s world-building genius, from snake-based anti-theft devices to the emotional fallout of boomerang fatalities. And while Max may only speak 16 lines in the whole movie, the hosts more than make up for it with their breathless, flame-fueled commentary. We get into the politics of wasteland sex appeal, the dietary mysteries of jacked desert warlords, and why George Miller should be legally required to keep making Mad Max movies until the heat death of the universe. If you’ve ever wanted to hear someone yell “I’m not a sex therapist but you can get fucked” and mean it as a character beat and a thesis statement — this is the episode for you. https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0082694

We fire up the Interceptor and go full throttle into George Miller’s apocalyptic fever dream with Mad Max — the gritty, low-budget Aussie flick that started it all. This week, we ride shotgun with Nick, Elise, Anthony, and Manny as they barrel down Anarchy Road in a whirlwind of chaotic impressions, leather daddies, and saxophone seduction.   It’s the birth of a cinematic legend, but that doesn’t stop us from marveling at the bizarre world-building choices, thirsting over plant-filled apartments, or spiraling into heated debates about fan belts, face loss, and what exactly that biker gang was doing with a mannequin. One minute we’re discussing guerrilla filmmaking, the next we’re debating if Mel Gibson was too hot to be taken seriously as a man on the edge.   We also pay tribute to Goose — the MVP of the movie and the true spiritual ancestor of every doomed best friend in action cinema. His wipeouts are legendary, his charm unmatched, and his demise the moment Max finally puts the “mad” in his name.   Come for the guzzaline-fueled car chases, stay for the wildly unhinged takes and all-too-accurate observations about spiders, cops, and the universal appeal of nipple clamps. This one’s not just rewatchable — it’s damn near road-worthy. https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0082694/

In this week’s episode, we dive headlong into the gaunt, gaslit nightmare that is The Machinist, a movie where the only thing thinner than Christian Bale is the barrier between reality and total psychological collapse. We kick things off with some grim chuckles about the film’s aesthetic—equal parts industrial horror and post-breakup insomnia—and then tumble straight into the spiraling paranoia that defines Bale’s haunting performance. This one’s less about plot and more about vibes, and the vibes are deeply unsettling. But don’t worry, the chaos crew is still here to shine a very weird, very bright flashlight on every dark corner. There’s toe-thumbs, workplace OSHA violations, and a subplot about a possibly demonic airport pie waitress who may or may not exist. We also take a detour into the spiritual power of morning farts, the economics of early 2000s egg prices, and whether Michael Ironside could crush a man with a single look (spoiler: he absolutely could). So what happens when guilt goes unspoken, and why exactly did Christian Bale think “apple and a can of tuna” was a personality trait? It’s a weirdly sincere episode for such a bleak movie. You might wince, but you’ll be laughing while you do it. So is The Machinist rewatchable? Probably not. But is it a worthwhile watch the first time around? Absolutely. Come for the body horror, stay for the philosophical breakdowns and unhinged rants about lighters in 2004 trucks. And if you’re ready for a tonal whiplash, buckle up—next time it’s full throttle into Mad Max territory. Let’s ride. https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0361862/

This week, we unsheath our sarcasm and slice into Machete—Robert Rodriguez’s blood-slick love letter to grindhouse excess. Elise, Anthony, and Nick hack through the plot with all the subtlety of a weed whacker to the face, marveling at the gloriously over-the-top kills, meat thermometer gags, and the sheer machismo that is Danny Trejo. From CGI-removed underwear to incestuous pool parties, nothing is off limits—least of all Steven Seagal’s wig or Jessica Alba’s career choices. Elise drops in with fresh eyes (and a little shell shock), while Nick and Anthony gleefully recount their favorite absurdities, including the unstoppable growth of Machete’s actual machete. There are dick kicks, dick jokes, and a pretty impressive discussion about motorcycle makeouts and OSHA violations. There's something for everyone, even Fairweather Fan Geoff: callback riffs, conspiracy-level deep dives into Rodriguez’s stunt casting, and even a peek at what "Machete Kills… in Space" could’ve been. Plus, if you like your fan engagement spicy, check out the Tournament of Champions and vote your favorites to victory—or at least to a hospital bed like the senator. So grab your Matchete, rev your Harley, and join us for a chaotic celebration of the movie that proves once and for all: Machete don’t text. https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0985694/

Join us and dive headfirst into the chaotic, brain-melting acid trip that is Lucy (2014), Luc Besson’s cinematic fever dream starring Scarlett Johansson and Morgan Freeman. Right from the start, we knew we were in for it: bad science, a “sketch services” level plot, and the kind of dialogue that feels like it was written by a dolphin with a grudge. We got the whole gang together to dissect this mess with our usual irreverent flair, roasting everything from the film’s lazy international logic to its “USB stick of universal knowledge” ending. Honestly, it was like watching 2001: A Space Odyssey if Kubrick had been blackout drunk and obsessed with PowerPoint transitions.   As always, the chaos around the table was half the fun. We went full throttle into the ridiculousness of ScarJo turning into a floating Fred Astaire balloon, controlling time and matter with 20% of her brain (because science), and ultimately becoming “Wi-Fi with titties.” The callbacks and inside jokes were flying faster than Lucy’s totally-not-real powers. Between wild tangents about dolphins, King of the Hill, and awkward animal mating montages, it was the most we’ve ever laughed at a movie that made us question our life choices.   The frustration was real though. Dan, our resident physicist, compared the experience to “watching your grandparents get assaulted.” Elise gave us the all-time review of Lucy as “an acid trip with a science fair poster taped to it.” And Manny… well, Manny owned up to nominating this movie after loving it once while, let’s say, chemically enhanced. Rewatching it sober? Not so much. We collectively agreed: Lucy was a one-time ride, and even that was one too many.   But hey, if you love our affectionate chaos and want to hear us go fully unhinged on a movie that somehow made $469 million worldwide, this episode is an absolute banger. It’s the perfect blend of exasperated movie talk, relentless roasting, and pure group therapy. Come for the dolphin trivia, stay for the unfiltered pain. You won’t regret listening… just don’t watch the movie.

a passionate defense of Ben Affleck’s chin, and more nipple-based humor than should legally be allowed on a podcast. We also pitch Nicole Kidman as Harley Quinn, speculate on Batman’s secret stash of Pearl necklaces, and marvel at the sheer audacity of that universal remote Batcave shutdown. This one is a glorious mess — the movie and the episode.   So is Batman Forever actually worth revisiting? Depends who you ask. There is charm in its chaos, but it's hard not not feel punished by a glow-in-the-dark god. But either way, it made for one hell of a good time. Join us as we light the fires, summon the Nipples of Gondor, and ask the real questions — like what exactly is your Batmobile made of?   https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0112462/