Monday, September 28, 2015

The Breakdown of 'Everest', 'Black Mass', 'The Intern', 'Ex Machina', and 'The Cobbler' Podcast

This week Scott and I celebrate hitting our 109th episode of the Breakdown by returning to the Siskel & Ebert format that we were using a year ago. We do it with style by offering up reviews for five 2015 releases. We have the big disaster epic, Everest; the James "Whitey" Bulger crime biopic in Black Mass, the latest Anne Hathaway comedy, The Intern; the critically acclaimed sci-fi thriller Ex Machina; an indy comedy starring Adam Sandler, The Cobbler. It was a lot of fun returning to the old format and hopefully, you love it just as much. If you do then as always please spread the word.

Rating Rundown:

Everest ***½ (CS) & *** (SM)
Black Mass ** (CS) & *** (SM)
The Intern *** (CS & SM)
Ex Machina **** (CS & SM)
The Cobbler * (CS) & *½ (SM)

The Critical Darlings Game Update:

Scott: 30 points

1. Carol
2. Brooklyn 
3. Macbeth 
4. 99 Homes - 15 points
5. Joy 
6. Good Dinosaur 
7. Suffragette 
8. Hateful Eight
9. Room 
10. Sicario - 15 points


1. The Revenant 
2. The Danish Girl 
3. Spotlight 
4. I Saw the Light 
5. Crimson Peak 
6. Steve Jobs 
7. Youth 
8. Truth 
9. Our Brand is Crisis
10. Star Wars VII: Force Awakens

Friday, September 18, 2015

The Mysterious and Emotionally Charged Force Field at Everett's School

In an effort to be a bit more personal on the site again, I detailed Everett's first "not-actual" first day of school, then his real first day of school, and then what I learned as a parent from Everett's first day of school. But Everett has now gone to school for over a week, so it's time to move on from that first day.

I've noticed a rather mystical occurrence at the school that maybe Scully and Mulder should investigate. It has been obvious that Everett is having a great time at school and even his teacher remarked he has acclimated quickly considering he is still three and never had experience in daycare. Speaking of his teacher, every time her name is mentioned at home, he gets a shy smile and gleefully mentions she is pretty, in a clear sign my son has a teacher crush (one of the grand coming of age experiences that every boy deserve even if many may get robbed) Throughout the evening into the morning preparation then spilled into our walk, he will not only regale me with stories of his time at school but also excitedly tell me about his plans for that day. One day he talked about how he needed to bring his miniature toy magnifying glass to school because his teacher could use it since she always talks about "discovering."

Then at the beginning of this week, something would happen the moment the school came into our vision. The excitement would puff away and Everett would chant how he didn't want to go to school. It was as if we walk through a force field that altered his demeanor and shoved in irrational fear. Some may think it was the towering students that ran around the property who may be intimidating Everett, but I prefer the mysterious force field theory.

Then the school bell would trigger outright panic where Everett would cling to me and demonstrate Herculean strength forcing his teacher into a monumental battle of tug-of-war. He'd pull away from the door as if it were the gates of hell or a screening for I, Frankenstein. He'd bellow out cries that are more violent and anguished then when he got stung by a bee earlier this week (for that, it hardly even warranted a few tears according to his teacher). I've been informed that the moment he hits the carpet and it is time for school to commence, the effect of the force field and emotional triggering bell wears off. He is back to the excited and joyful boy that I love and get at home.

The fact it was a few days ago that I planned to reveal this nasty conspiracy to the world has meant the mastermind has already softened his torture. On Wednesday, we got onto the grounds without any chants for escape and it wasn't until the bell that some tears seeped through. Even then it wasn't a titanic struggle and it was just some mild protestation as a teacher took him into the building.

The last two days he just needed a light tap towards the teacher and promises of seeing a caterpillar to get him moving on. It looks like a day where Everett doesn't force me to hide my heartbreak and witness his emotional transformation may be very near.

Then again, the weekend is almost upon us and it gives that dreaded mastermind a chance to re-power the force field on Monday.

Executing That Bastard Before It Can Do Damage

My plan is to do a hefty amount of reviews for the TV Fall Premiere season to test my theory that pieces about shows draw in greater traffic than movies. I had intended to write quickie reviews for Late Show with Stephen Colbert, Best Time Ever with Neil Patrick Harris, and The Bastard Executioner, which are all patiently waiting on my PVR. The time to watch them is dwindling because next week the insanity of the series roll outs really gets into gear plus the cinemas are now loading up with tantalizing fare that will be demanding written reviews as well. Plus there is that pesky client work and other projects, and from last I checked, I'm still a father and husband. The ax needs to be swung down for chopping and Kurt Sutter's latest foray seems the best victim. I never joined the Sons of Anarchy party and so I wanted to jump on his latest project to see what type of magic he can wield. It looks like I should keep Southpaw as the lone work from him that I've seen (a movie that I love the acting and as well the directing of the boxing scenes, but not impressed with the formulaic script he wrote).

The reviews aren't smoking hot for his story about a man seeking revenge so he creates a fake persona in order to get close to his enemies and exact revenge. It sounds eerily familiar, but it also isn't like we can't have yet another take on The Count of Monte Cristo, considering it is a classic. This also is being described as a blood soaked, sword swinging and bare skinned jumped into a heavy cloak of darkness. More specifically, an over-the-top action drama that is played super-serious and morbid. The hero just plunges thicker into self-destruction and surrounds himself with greater problems. So what seems to be the Sutter way of storytelling based off what I know about Anarchy and The Shield. I'm sure it will have its fans and I may be making a mistake bailing before even seeing the premiere, but this sounds like an atrocious chore, especially when I can get my medieval-style fix from many other places. I already got my fill of ridiculousness squeezed dry by a serious and somber tone that is tricked into thinking it is meaningful and important with dreck like The Gunman and Chappie earlier this year. I'll bail until someone slaps me around and yells at me that I'm making a big mistake.

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

The Movie Breakdown Episode 108 Podcast: M. Night Shyamalan Returns to His Roots with 'The Visit', and Robert Redford and Nick Nolte are Great Company in Subpar 'A Walk in the Woods'

After being three weeks away, Scott and I return to the cinemas to sample some of 2015's latest offering. Speaking of big returns, we review M. Night Shyamalan's latest horror-thriller in the found footage scary old people movie, The Visit. Will this be his chance to finally reclaim some past glory and prove himself to be the talented filmmaker that was evident in Sixth Sense, Unbreakable, and Signs? I also review the new adult-centric comedy starring Robert Redford and Nick Nolte, A Walk in the Woods, and then we review another 2015 found footage thriller, Creep. We also talk about the state of found footage and what is needed to make that type of style effective. We deviate a little bit from movies as well as I talk about Everett's first week at school and we celebrate the 30th birthday of Super Mario Brothers.

As always if you love the show then please spread the word.

Review Rundown:

The Visit *** (CS & SM)
Creep *** (CS) & ***½ (SM)
A Walk in the Woods **½ (CS)

Friday, September 11, 2015

Any Time is the Right Time to Go 'Back to the Future'

Director Jason Aron's Back in Time doc is likely to be fluffy and light with lots of retreading of anecdotes and production notes that have been covered in many of the past extras on the several Back to the Future boxsets. It is pretty amazing what is essentially an intimate and endearing story about family relationships and the impact they have on each other became one of the monster hits of the 1980s that remains an all-time favourite for many (me included). It is time travel and sci-fi that appealed to many who claimed to detest the genre because it was always much deeper and about a whole lot more than that. The time travel was just the catalyst to get us into the real heart and soul, and 30 years later this is a movie that still pulls off the sentimentality because it trusted and cared about its characters. This documentary may end up just being a feature-length DVD extra, but Back to the Future is a movie worth revisiting constantly and I never tire of hearing about it. Plus this brief trailer prove once again why Michael J. Fox was a superstar in the 1980s and maybe one of the most likable movie stars ever.

Jeepers Creepers, We're Doing This Again

According to THR, it looks like Jeepers Creepers 3 is going to be a thing. The financer Myriad Pictures is launching their new genre label, Scoundrel, which means this will be one of their first projects. I realize Jeepers Creepers somehow has stumbled its way to having a cult following with some horror buffs and I've read a fair amount of praise for the original (while the sequel usually gets panned), but I'm going to have to throw up my hands in bafflement on this one. The first time I saw Jeepers Creepers was based off a recommendation from a friend and after seeing the movie, I started accepting applications for his replacement. He was definitely banned from going to Blockbuster with us (back when that place wasn't an ancient tale to wow the young ones).

I found the protagonists to be irritating and the run from the big scary just seemed like formulaic horror. Also the whole scene with the baddie sprouting wings led the movie down a path of ridiculousness and the mythology felt like something they sorted out on a napkin in between takes. But again, I know there are many horror fans that loved the original and are likely salivating for director Victor Salva's return to that dark world.

If this was a franchise that needed to continue, this is the right time for it. The horror scene is still stuffed with haunted houses and unseen poltergeists that prank poor families. We seem to be heading towards the end of this trend and so it is time for the next horror subgenre to crawl out of its tomb. The Creeper (I guess that is his name) is an actual living monster that has heavy slasher leanings, which compared to the modern landscape is almost fresh and original. It likely won't be those things, but it is at least a change. The production better get scooting since movies like Krampus are going to have a jump on the stalking monster genre, though Jeepers Creepers will likely at least try to play it straight (I seem to remember laughing more than I should in the original).

These Kids Today. . . They Aren't So Bad

One of the favourite subjects among the "it isn't like it used to be" crowds is the degradation of values and respect in today's children. Of course, these doomsayers seem a little oblivious to the fact that the golden oldies have been whining about the disrespect and corruption of youth since youth was a thing. There has been articles and studies to show that kids and youth today aren't a pitchfork away from becoming the devils that some fear, but these pieces usually are not easily found on Yahoo News, so it gets ignored.

As Everett and I slithered to his school today (maybe it was just me fearing we were going to be late but I think my son owns shoes entirely made of molasses), I noticed a lack of trees lit on fire, rocks being lobbed into windows, or even kids being glued to their cell phones. I actually didn't see a single kid with any form of electronic device, which may be due to a school-wide ban that I'm unaware exists but there was plenty of playground fun and eye-to-eye contact talking going on.

My biggest discovery that the apocalypse may be on hold is when Everett and I were walking on the pathway at the school that leads to the kindergarten area. There was a rather large congregation of older boys hanging out on the way to our destination and I could sense from Everett grabbing for my hand it was a bit intimidating. The moment we got closer to the crowd, one boy said "watch out." and the crowd dispersed and allowed us easy passage.

This seems like a meaningless thing, but actually, it is huge. Because I didn't have to say "excuse me" and the boys were aware enough to know that they were possibly blocking the way for a very young and nervous little boy. They didn't expect us to walk around them or try to break through their huddle.

I couldn't tell you how many times I've had to tell a group of adults to please move aside and allow passage for my small child. Sometimes they move right away and apologize, other times they grunt while lightly moving their shoulders to the side, and other times they seem to have lost all hearing or sense of reality. My point being the kids have proven to be far more polite and cognizant of their surroundings than almost every adult that I've encountered in public.

This is today's proof that our future may just be fine after all. Well, until they become adults.

Thursday, September 10, 2015

10 Things I Learned After My Child's First Day of School

Everett finally had his first day of school yesterday despite my protests and attempts to turn the couch into a time machine. Even though I'm not really sure if Everett has learned anything new yet, as a first time parent of a young student, I've definitely become much wiser. Here are 10 things I learned from Everett's first day of school.

1. Teachers can be just as baffled as the parents by the grumpy lady that blocks them from taking their child to the classroom, which is why kindergarten has its own "secret" entrance.

2. Your child will swear up and down that his teacher didn't give anything to take home or provide any information for the coming days, what he really means is "you need to dig to the very far corner of my school bag where I stuffed all the really important things."

3. Asking "yes" and "no" questions are really great ways to practice the pronunciation of "yes" but otherwise, just a rather pointless way to pass time.

4.  On the first day of school the child goes on a "hunt", but the teacher clearly forgot to bury the treasure.

5. The new game after school will be "discerning fact from fiction" though one should assume all stories involving wrestling lions and flying to the sun are partly fabricated.

6. The second best feeling after seeing your child at the end of the school day is noticing that he is still wearing the shorts that he had on in the morning.

7. If your children refuse to tell you what they did that day, then just check their arms and hands for the story.

8. It only takes one day for all things spoken by the teacher to be law burned from above on unbreakable stone that even parents must bow towards, such as shoes that must stay at the school to avoid all who go off the premises turning to dust.

9. Apparently, after the teachers are done "playing" with the kids during the day, they go to work.

10. The blessed silence of an uninterrupted work day is a marvelous thing but is greatly surpassed by the joys of the chaos and noise that return at 4.

Wednesday, September 09, 2015

The Real First Day of School. . . Honest

The very observant reader may notice that today is Wednesday and places like Google were touting yesterday as the first day of school. I believed such a thing to be true for Everett until the surprise phone call from his teacher at about ten to eight yesterday morning. I thoroughly detailed the first major twist in Everett's school adventure in yesterday's post.

As well yesterday, I detailed the accumulation of anxiety and volcanic emotions over my boy entering his next big significant change in his life and the signifier that he is miles away from being my baby boy anymore. Though he didn't officially go to school yesterday, I did get to feel out an Everett-free day as he ventured off to 'Grandma School.'

Since I got all the fretting and emotional roller coastering rolling before that fateful teacher phone call, I started off this morning feeling rather flat. I knew this was the first real shipping off into a new and strange land, but the mind and heart already did the twisting and turning on Tuesday. It sort of felt like the routine had already begun. Or at least that was how it was when I was getting Everett ready for school. Today, Everett was even more cemented to his bed and less thrilled about the prospect of calling it morning. He tried to convince me that since it was still dark out that it can't be morning.

The reality is that Brantford is a cloudy and rainy day; this is why the sun bailed on his first day of school. I assume it was the angels doing all the crying for me so I didn't embarrass myself in public. For a boy who bases the time of day on how bright his room is without the light switch turned on and also seemed to have used up his first day adrenaline yesterday, the darkness was the enemy in getting him motivated to kick-off the day.

Though once breakfast was being consumed and the lunch bag started getting packed along with me spouting the hype of meeting new people and playing new games, Everett started the bouncing and giddiness over the new adventure. Once breakfast ended, the "why aren't we going to school yet" kicked in, which is the clearest sign Everett was excited. Though the promise he could play with his puzzles while we continued to get ready seemed to be an even greater prospect.

My vision of Everett's first day of school didn't quite mesh with reality. First of all, I had plans of a nice family walk to his school, but the wall of rain suggested a car ride would be much better. Everett also was amped for a walk but we convinced him that going for a swim would be better after school and in a pool.

When we arrived at the school, while I was trying to acquire the skill of holding an umbrella and a baby (I have enough trouble mastering the science of positioning an umbrella so it doesn't get caught in the wind when I have two free hands), Everett told Emily he was scared. Emily reassured him that was a good feeling and school would be amazing. It is best that I didn't find out about Everett's fear until I got home. At this point the butterflies where ruling the stomach and the emotions of the Tuesday where back with the added power of the real physical school building taunting me. Reassuring my son would be a harder task with my face full of streaming tears and my voice wobbling with searing emotions.

I had imagined the first day of school to be an event where I meet the teacher and get to scout out the arena that would hold his education for the year. I'd give him a bearhug and get one last glimpse as he jetted towards the puzzles. Much like me thinking he was going to school on Tuesday or that Neill Blomkamp would make great movies after District 9, it was pure fiction.

Instead, we were greeted at the door by a lady who swooped in to snatch Everett's hand and told him to say good-bye. That would have been that if it wasn't for Emily requesting that we at least take one more picture of our boy who was experiencing school for the first time ever in his life. Then I, of course, needed to give him one more hug and kiss, because otherwise, I likely would have turned into sentient Jell-O without the final contact.

Then Everett took the hand of the mystery lady (I'm pretty sure she didn't even offer her name) then she passed him off to a student who led him down the hallway as Everett's gigantic saucer-eyes scanned the mysterious new location. He looked back as his parents became smaller and smaller and everything turned stranger and stranger. That was Everett's first experience and from there it is all unknown to me.

I have no clue what his classroom looks like. His teacher at this point is nothing more than a voice on the other end of the phone. I don't even know if she has a body or is human. Maybe that is why they didn't want me to go to the classroom. They didn't want it revealed that she is a radioactive chipmunk with the power to speak and recite the alphabet. Or maybe she is nothing more than a benevolent spirit who loves children and goes by the name Casper.

I think I will need to insist on meeting the teacher when I pick him up in a few hours.

Tuesday, September 08, 2015

First Day of School . . . Oops, Not Really

For the last week, Emily and I have been preparing Everett for the major life milestone that would be his first day of school. Though considering Everett never had daycare or an older sibling, school isn't anything more than some word and the thing that will stop him from having "Grandma Day" in the middle of the week. The real reason for the constant mentioning of school and talking up the big day has been to actually console myself and convince me that indeed Everett going off to school is a great thing.

Everett vanishing for seven hours a day has some incredible upside with the biggest being that an entire block of time will be devoted to my writing career that won't be interrupted by declarations that I'm now Baloo and we much dance to "The Bare Necessities." But the seven hours of uninterrupted time is also something I've lived without for 3 years and the days just aren't going to be the same without my imaginative and energetic buddy constantly mixing things up.

To be honest, my own despair and fear of Everett starting school has less to do with his absence and more to the fact this is indisputable proof that my baby boy is growing up. From this point on in his life, he is going to have some kind of responsibility during weekdays. It is also the first time that he will be away for a long period of time and have other influences latching on to him. It is step one in tarnishing his innocence or at least, my own manufactured version of his innocence that I've been promoting for his entire lifetime.

Many of the funny quirks and thoughts that Everett has showcased are now destined to either evolve or be entirely wiped out as he gets exposed to new kids and presented with different worldviews. This is all great, but part of me wants to snuggle with him and never let go of the boy who believes (and sees) a hippo lives in our pond and that when you burp the food in your stomach is pushed into your feet.

Today was the day everything was about to change and Everett was going to become a student. Except it wasn't. Rather it turned out to be my first experience with the joys of school administration and a reminder why it is great to have a grandma nearby.

The problem all starts with me, which Emily will attest is often the case. The plan for the last year has been to enroll Everett in the local French Immersion School. We heard the very dangerous words of "if you live in the surrounding area of the school then you are automatically accepted." So, that gave us the leisure time to debate if we enroll Everett, especially since Emily wasn't entirely convinced she wanted to go this route over the traditional elementary school in our area. June seemed to be a good time to finally getting around to that whole enrollment thing, and it was then that we were informed that Everett was on a waiting list. My first lesson in not trusting what I'm told.

Since the school of choice was no longer a definite thing, I quickly enrolled him at the public school in our area. Then it was the summer waiting game of finding out if we'd get our first choice but safe in the knowledge Everett was officially enrolled in the second school that was a real guarantee.

Last week, we got the phone call that Everett was still chilling on the waiting list and it would remain that way when school started. He may still get into the school, but for now it was recommended he goes to the school in his area. We actually received a package that comfortably explained everything I needed to know about the French Immersion School. I didn't have a single thing from the other school other than some fresh new anxiety over what war zone I'd be throwing Everett into.

I made a phone call in hopes of getting some reassurance or least confirmation on what first day of school protocol would be like. The person I ended up talking to was obsessed with Everett's urinary habits rather than letting me know much about the school. What I did get out of the conversation was that I take him to school on the Tuesday at around 8:45 and his name would be called out by his teacher. It seemed easy enough and I was glad to know that the binge drinking could begin promptly at 9:30 after Everett had been dropped off and I got a good cry out of my system.

Thus this whole past weekend we hyped Everett up for his first day of school. I started practice "not crying in public." Everett got what I assume was a good night's sleep and I woke up every other hour after dreams about Everett being swept away by an underground Jell-O eating cult.

I got my first taste of a wonderful school morning where I orchestrated a song and dance routine to get Everett to roll out of his bed. I continued to get him juiced up for his exciting first day while he would rather watch videos about animal noises. He was finally riled up to go, then the phone call came.

A phone call from his teacher. A lady who seems really nice and will likely be an amazing teacher for Everett. Except he didn't see her today. It appears that Everett's school still adopts the staggered days. Something that would have been nice to be told in my conversation last week or read on the school website that doesn't seem to have been updated since April (but I at least know all the pizza days that were planned for that month; I'm sure they were delicious). Today was only for the Senior Kindergarten kids, then half of the JK on Wednesday, the other half on Thursday, and then the whole party on Friday where things swing into routine.

Now, before you sharpen up the pitchforks and light the torches, the teacher is innocent here. I'm not just saying that because she has a really cute phone voice. To her credit, she sent out an email detailing school routine at the start of August. Something I missed because even though I registered months ago, apparently Everett's name didn't show up on her class list until this past weekend. Which started making me wonder if Everett would have even been registered if I didn't make my "overly concerned parent" call last week.

She did give me the option to take him in today. This also meant that my 3 year old who has never gone to day care or anything resembling school gets to spend his first day with kids that will likely tower over him and be at least a year removed from "accidents" Even though Everett was in school mode and very excited to head on the adventure, I also wanted to make sure his first day sizzled and rocked and was as cry-free as possible (at least for him).

Of course, this means he was bummed by the "no school" news. He wasn't really up for an explanation. But what he was up for was going to "Grandma School" where he currently is and enjoying one last weekday where she throws all her attention upon him.

This is why it is good that I never followed the dreams of 18 year old Christopher where I moved out to Vancouver, because that would have been an awfully long trip to cheer up my little student.

Monday, September 07, 2015

The Movie Breakdown Episode 107 Podcast: Is the Big Studio Tentpole System Heading for Another Shake-Up?

For the third straight week Scott and I avoided the cinemas, except this week I unfortunately abstained from all movies. That doesn't mean we don't have lots to talk about including getting ready for Everett's first day of school, major shake-ups at Marvel Studios, Steven Spielberg speaking on the death of super hero movies, The Danish Girl trailer, and the latest example of why Stephen King books aren't easily adapted to movies.

As always, if you love the show then please spread the word.

Unfortunately, I'm going to skip doing a podcast outline this week, because for some reason the recording I listen to doesn't end up being synced with the version that gets posted on the blog. I have no idea why there is such a large discrepancy in time. I think that it may have to do with some issues with the hosting site, so if anyone can point me to a free podcast hosting site that can handle large files then I'll happily follow. For now, it looks like the outline is largely useless.

Thursday, September 03, 2015

How You Doing?

The most useless phrase in North American culture may also be the one most uttered, “How are you doing?” Or any of its similar forms like “Wassup?” “Howzit going?” Unless you're sitting down on a comfy couch surrounded by close family members and friends that caught whiff that your life was barrelling towards shambles after your spouse rode away on your prized ostrich and took your collector's edition Ernest Hemingway Pez dispenser, then the phrase's utterance is usually just a really verbose way to say “Hi.”

I’m clueless to when a simple hello became dated and got replaced with a catchphrase that should be a door to deeper conversation but is often uttered when someone is already in the frozen food aisle before you reply with a simple ‘good.’ Of course, ‘good, and you’ is the expected response so in case one hasn't already slammed the car door in your face then they can fire back the equally expected, ‘good, thanks.” A person’s head may go all Scanners and explode if someone actually dared to take the person up on the empty greeting and reveal they're rather anxious about downsizing at work and been spending free time convincing their child that bonfires don't happen in the living room. The world may actually open up and swallow us all whole if someone dared to say 'bad.'

The other night I was walking Summit with the blanket of darkness upon us and from the shadows I heard a “How’s it going?” I didn’t recognize the voice or the driveway that it came from and hardly was sure it was even a person except for the moonlight shining off his bald cranium (maybe that is also how he saw me?). Somehow this perfect stranger that could have easily let me just continue trotting on the sidewalk wanted to know all about my hopes, dreams, passions, and fears. Should I tell him about my current stress over my writing career that has crashed into a wall after two years of feeling the wind in my hair and a belief I’d continue uphill? Should I delve into my plans for that week or start sharing photos of my beautiful children? I opted for “good, you?” And I was rewarded with, “good, thanks.” Then I was out of talking distance to never hear that voice again.

Wednesday, September 02, 2015

The Movie Breakdown Episode 106 Podcast: Remembering Legendary Director Wes Craven and Introducing New Competition

On Sunday, the legendary filmmaker Wes Craven passed away, but he'll always be a director that had a major impact on both Scott and I. We take time to celebrate his film canon and talk about how he successfully shaped the horror genre with three separate pictures (a rather incredible feat). As well, we review the 2013 'cat and mouse' chase thriller, Black Rock, we introduce a new competition between me and Scott, and discuss the controversy of the new Concussion trailer.

As always if you love the show then please spread the word to all those who like movie talk.

The Movie Breakdown Outline:
00:00 - 01:37 Intro
01:38 - 11:47 Crazy week and Christopher's camping weekend adventure
11:48 - 33:00 Wes Craven tribute
33:01 - 50:28 Black Rock review
50:29 - 55:17 Sad We Are Your Friends got critically trashed and didn't reach potential
56:18 - 1:27:35 Critical Darling competition and drafting movie picks
1:27:36 - 1:31:08 Concussion trailer
1:31:09 - Closing

Movie Star Rating:
Black Rock **½ (CS) & *** (SM)

Critical Darling Draft Pick:


1. Carol
2. Brooklyn
3. Macbeth
4. 99 Homes
5. Joy
6. Good Dinosaur 
7. Suffragette
8. Hateful Eight
9. Room
10. Sicario


1. The Revenant
2. The Danish Girl
3. Spotlight
4. I Saw the Light
5. Crimson Peak
6. Steve Jobs
7. Youth
8. Truth
9. Our Brand is Crisis
10. Star Wars VII: Force Awakens

Critical Darling Rules:

1. 10 points for a movie that hits above 75%
2. Additional 5 points for movie that gets above 90%
3. Negative 5 points for movie that get below 40%
4. Additional negative 5 point for a movie below 25%
5. The percentage become official when it hits 50 reviews after its initial theatrical release date by time of that weekend's podcast
6. "Fool's Gamble" clause where competitor can call out the other's pick as foolish
       a) If pick doesn't make 75% then the caller gets 10 points
       b) If pick falls under deduction levels then the caller gets those deducted points
       c) If the pick does earn points then the picker gets additional 10 points
7. Potential reward for winner of contest to be determined later