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Review: TOY STORY 5

fthismoviepodcast@gmail.com (fthismovie.com) — Fri, 19 Jun 2026 05:00:00 -0500

by Rob DiCristino

It’s toys vs. tech.

In last week’s review, I remarked that one of the most powerful things about Steven Spielberg’s Disclosure Day is its unwavering belief in the human family. It’s a belief born not from naivety — contrary to what many of Spielberg’s most insufferable detractors would argue — but from experience. Cynicism is a lame excuse. A quick escape. It’s fleeting and immature. It’s easy to say that everything is fucked and that everyone is terrible. It takes nothing to believe in nothing. It’s a lot more difficult to look around at how bad things have gotten and actually argue that they can be good again. That there’s hope. Hope, after all, is like the sun: If you only believe in it when you see it, then you’ll never make it through the night. Why am I blathering on about hope and family (not to mention quoting Star Wars: The Last Jedi, which on its own is enough for some of you to close this browser window)? Because Andrew Stanton’s Toy Story 5 is another argument for the power of genuine human connection, another argument for unity in the face of all that conspires to separate us.

While all the other eight-year-olds in the neighborhood — who am I kidding? All the other people in the neighborhood — spend hours bent over smartphones, tablets, and computer monitors, our young friend Bonnie (Scarlett Spears) is still imagineering globetrotting adventures with the help of her trusty toys. But for as much as Buzz (Tim Allen), Jessie (Joan Cusack), and the others love the attention, they have to admit that Bonnie’s affinity for solo play is starting to affect her social life. Hoping to help her make friends, Bonnie’s parents purchase Lilypad (Greta Lee), a chipper learning tablet who immediately sets about turning her new charge into a screen-tapping, group-chatting child of the future. Jessie, terrified of losing Bonnie the way she lost so many other kids, recruits her old partner, Woody (Tom Hanks), and hatches a plan to eliminate Lilypad before they’re all relegated to the trash heap. Meanwhile, a group of new, wifi-enabled Buzz Lightyears escapes a crashed shipping container and searches for a way to return to Star Command headquarters.

Written and co-directed by Stanton and storyboard artist Kenna Harris, Toy Story 5 presents the beloved characters from Pixar’s most celebrated franchise with a timely new adversary: Technology. Nearly every human character in the film is utterly consumed by their devices, and some of the best jokes play on their subsequent ignorance to the Conspicuous Sentient Plaything Shenanigans (which are even more conspicuous than usual) happening around them. Even a creative wunderkind like Bonnie is quickly sucked in, abandoning Jessie and the gang after a single invitation to a dance class sleepover. Woody — who’s been living the free toy lifestyle with Bo Peep (Annie Potts) and Duke Kaboom (Keanu Reeves) — confirms that screen zombies are popping up everywhere, and when Bonnie becomes the victim of some brutal group chat bullying, Jessie resolves to find her a real-world friend worthy of her kindness and imagination. Her best bet? Blaze Manoukian (Mykal-Michelle Harris), a precocious animal lover who lives on a nearby farm.

And while Toy Story 5 takes all the predictable shots at our 5G touchscreen fuckosphere, it’s far less interested in demonizing technology out of hand than it is in advocating for the ineffable power of playtime. It’s not that Lilypad is evil — she says she’s simply trying to help Bonnie reach age-appropriate developmental benchmarks, which is both totally true and totally gross — it’s that there’s a huge difference between playing “next to” your friends and playing “with” them. Why go to a sleepover if you’re just going to stare at separate tablets? Why have friends at all if they only exist as bubbles of text on a screen? At its core, Toy Story 5 is about the headstrong Jessie — this is a Jessie movie, by the way; Woody and Buzz are totally incidental — learning to accept that tech toys like Atlas (Craig Robinson), Snappy (Shelby Rabara), and Mr. Smarty Pants (Conan O’Brien) not only have something to offer kids like Bonnie and Blaze, but that they also have a right to experience the true joy of imaginative play. We are all part of the same family, after all. We all have value and worth.

As for everything else? Well, it’s another Toy Story movie! Our friends are back and up to their usual tricks. There are some fun bits and some sweet moments. Jessie has some more abandonment baggage to unpack. There are a few good jokes about Woody’s age — you’ve probably seen the “bald spot” thing in the trailer, but there’s also a charming runner about him trying to reinvent his look with a poncho — and a cute conclusion to the Buzz/Jessie love story. There’s also a C+ Taylor Swift song and a completely superfluous B plot about that army of Buzz Lightyears I mentioned — notice how I haven’t brought them up again until now? — that exists only to facilitate a third act action sequence that could have been handled a thousand other ways. It’s a little messy! But it’s also smart, endearing, and worthy of its place in a series that continues to evolve in unexpected ways. There probably shouldn’t be a Toy Story 5, but as long as the batting average stays this high, it’s hard to argue that Woody and his friends shouldn’t keep playtime alive and kicking forever.

Toy Story 5 hits U.S. theaters on Friday, June 19th.

Junesploitation 2026 Day 19: Black Filmmakers!

fthismoviepodcast@gmail.com (fthismovie.com) — Fri, 19 Jun 2026 02:00:00 -0500

Talking Movies With My Dad

fthismoviepodcast@gmail.com (fthismovie.com) — Thu, 18 Jun 2026 04:00:00 -0500

by Adam Riske

In honor of Father’s Day coming up this week, I caught up with my Dad to talk about movies covering James Bond, Jason Statham, Westerns, and more!

Adam: Hi Dad!

Adam’s Dad: Hi Adam!

Adam: So, when we did this column years ago, you mentioned that Exodus (1960) was your favorite movie. What are some of your other favorite movies?

Adam’s Dad: The Magnificent Seven (1960), Die Hard, and From Russia with Love.

Adam: Great picks. I still need to see Exodus. Speaking of Bond, rank the actors who have played James Bond.

Adam’s Dad: 1) Sean Connery, 2) Daniel Craig, 3) George Lazenby, 4) Roger Moore, 5) Pierce Brosnan, and 6) Timothy Dalton.

Adam: Who do you think should play the next James Bond?

Adam’s Dad: Keanu Reeves.

Adam (in Neo voice): Woah! That’s a bold choice. How come?

Adam’s Dad: He has personality, he’s good at action, he’s not a pretty boy, and he’s a good actor who can do a British accent.

Adam: I usually stick up for Reeves’ British accent in Bram Stoker’s Dracula, but I dunno…this is a really fun pick. I’d like to go back to Westerns since I know that’s one of your (if not your) favorite genres. What are some other Westerns you’d recommend that you haven’t mentioned?

Adam’s Dad: Rio Bravo, Silverado, Tombstone, Winchester ’73, The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, The Outlaw Josey Wales.

Adam: What are some of your favorite recent movies?

Adam’s Dad: One Battle After Another, Project Hail Mary, September 5.

Adam: I forgot about September 5. I’m currently watching Project Hail Mary. It’s taking me a long time. I like Rocky though. You’re really into sports. What are some of your favorite sports movies?

Adam’s Dad: Miracle, Pride of the Yankees, The Sandlot, Field of Dreams, and Bull Durham.

Adam: Do you have any guilty pleasure movies that you can think of?

Adam’s Dad: Mamma Mia!, Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again, Air Force One.

Adam: You know…the trilogy. Just kidding. Are there any current events that you could see making a good movie or a movie you would want to see?

Adam’s Dad: With what’s been going on the last couple years, I wouldn’t want to see any of those events depicted or dramatized in a movie.

Adam: I feel that way too. Are there any recent movies you felt were overrated? Underrated?

Adam’s Dad: September 5 for underrated. A Complete Unknown and Marty Supreme for overrated.

Adam: Haha. It’s becoming a tradition for us to see Timothée Chalamet be an asshole in a movie on Christmas. We should probably see the new Dune this year on Christmas to keep the streak going.

So, Robert Duvall sadly passed away recently. What’s your opinion of him as an actor and do you have any recommendations of his movies outside of the obvious ones?

Adam’s Dad: You would never see him in a bad role, and he always added something to a movie. He was memorable in Open Range and The Great Santini.

Adam: Yeah, he’s an actor like Gene Hackman or Tom Berenger who learned to really like even more as an adult. Who is an actor or actress you’d like to have lunch with and why?

Adam’s Dad: John Travolta. He seems like a guy you could have an interesting conversation with and not be intimidated by the way he acts.

Adam: We’re a very pro-Travolta family, which is awesome. Ok, let’s go negative for a second. Reel talk: what’s a franchise they need to stop?

Adam’s Dad: Scream, Halloween…it seems like even horror fans don’t care for the latest ones. Oh, and they’ve run dry on Star Wars.

Adam: Definitely. I don’t even know what the hell Star Wars is anymore. What movie would you like to see a sequel to?

Adam’s Dad: I’m not a fan of sequels. It’s rare to find one that’s worth watching.

Adam: I dunno…Predator 2 is pretty good. Ok, I’m going to name a bunch of actors and you tell me your quick opinion of them. Ready?

Pedro Pascal
Adam’s Dad: Overexposed

Brendan Fraser
Adam’s Dad: Underrated

Paul Rudd
Adam’s Dad: Overrated

Dustin Hoffman
Adam’s Dad: Classic example of a serious actor

Jared Leto
Adam’s Dad: Apparently likes weird roles

Ryan Gosling
Adam’s Dad: Overall a good actor

Jake Gyllenhaal
Adam’s Dad: Very hit or miss in his performances

Anne Hathaway
Adam’s Dad: Always seems upbeat no matter what the movie

Emily Blunt
Adam’s Dad: I really liked her in Disclosure Day.

Julia Roberts
Adam’s Dad: A really good actor that can handle a variety of genres

Zendaya
Adam’s Dad: Puts herself out there in all her roles

Milla Jovovich
Adam’s Dad: Not a whole lot of roles I’m familiar with her in

Charlize Theron
Adam’s Dad: Liked her better before she started doing Fast and the Furious movies. That franchise has really diminished the perception of actors' abilities just in general.

Adam: But Kurt Russell IS Mr. Nobody. Ok, next question. What was a movie I liked as a kid that you didn’t get at all??

Adam’s Dad: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Adam: “An MTV, Disco Dancing Fight” – Gene Siskel

If you could do one thing to fix the movie industry right now, what would it be?

Adam’s Dad: Go back to movies for adults instead of for people under the age of 25. I hope that writers and industry also stop taking the easy way out and write scripts with real dialogue, stories, character development, less CGI, and fewer sequels and adaptations.

Adam: Do you prefer streaming or going to the movies? Do you think movie theaters will still be around in, say, 20 years?

Adam’s Dad: Movie theaters for the experience. I think they’ll still be around. You can’t duplicate the experience of the big screen at home.

Adam: Ok, last but certainly not least, you told me you love Jason Statham movies. What about him do you like so much?

Adam’s Dad: He’s an action actor but has some personality. He can inject dry humor and I prefer him to some '80s and '90s action stars.

Adam: Like whom?

Adam’s Dad: I like Harrison Ford and Bruce Willis more, but prefer Statham to Schwarzenegger, Stallone, Van Damme, and Seagal.

Adam: I mean…wow. I can’t go with you there but I love that you love Statham that much. Ok, to wrap up, F Marry Kill these two sets of Statham movies.

The Bank Job, The Mechanic, The Transporter, and The Beekeeper, A Working Man, and Wrath of Man.

Adam’s Dad:
F-The Bank Job
M-The Transporter
K-The Mechanic

F-A Working Man
M-Wrath of Man
K-The Beekeeper, though that’s not fair because it’s really good too.

Adam: It’s no War or Homefront. Thanks for letting me interview you Dad! Happy Father’s Day! I love you very much.

Adam’s Dad: Love you too! This was fun. 😊

Junesploitation 2026 Day 18: Franco Nero!

fthismoviepodcast@gmail.com (fthismovie.com) — Thu, 18 Jun 2026 02:00:00 -0500

FTM 825: HARD BOILED with Michael Scott

fthismoviepodcast@gmail.com (fthismovie.com) — Wed, 17 Jun 2026 05:00:00 -0500

Action for Everyone host Michael Scott returns to talk with Patrick about a Hong Kong action masterpiece.

Download this episode here.

Listen to F This Movie! on Apple Podcasts.

Also discussed this episode: Fight Against Evil 3, One Spoon of Chocolate (2026), Masters of the Universe (2026), Is God Is (2026), China O'Brien II (1990)

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Junesploitation 2026 Day 17: Hong Kong Action!

fthismoviepodcast@gmail.com (fthismovie.com) — Wed, 17 Jun 2026 01:00:00 -0500

Johnny Showtime: Free Space Double Feature: FIEND OF DOPE ISLAND and HOW TO MAKE A MONSTER

fthismoviepodcast@gmail.com (fthismovie.com) — Tue, 16 Jun 2026 04:00:00 -0500

by JB

Another free space day can only mean one thing: dope fiends and monster makers!

Lately, I have been reorganizing the physical media wing of the JB Film Research Library West. Am I ever NOT reorganizing the physical media wing of the JB Film Research Library West? I am sad that Something Weird Video closed with the passing of founder Mike Vraney, but I am happy that I managed to amass a collection of their amazing Double Feature Exploitation discs. (Gosh, that last sentence was a mouthful.) I’m not sure how many in total (as opposed to “in half”) were released.

COLUMNUS INTERUPTUS: I couldn’t help myself; I looked it up on the Google. When Something Weird was still a going concern, they released about 120 of these very special discs through Image Entertainment. The invisible brain in my laptop machine informs me that, “The highly successful partnership lasted for years, pairing obscure exploitation, nudie-cutie, and sexploitation films with a robust collection of bonus trailers, burlesque shorts, and vintage B-movie oddities.” I number my personal stash at about a hundred. Because each one is a double feature, that’s some two hundred sleazy, cheesy gems that I can WATCH WHENEVER I WANT. (Take that, Netflix!) Some of those titles are slowly being released for the Blu-ray machine, courtesy of companies like AGFA and Film Masters. Thank goodness for that.

As I was reorganizing (Checking to make sure that all the Something Weird discs were correctly alphabetized because if they weren’t, how could I sleep?) I came upon a disc that I had never ever watched. It’s intriguing title, Fiend of Dope Island. This caught my attention. I have been described as both a “fiend” and a “dope.” I would like to one day live on an island. I had found my entertainment for the evening.

THE PLOT IN BRIEF: Whipmaster/taskmaster Charlie Davis (Bruce Bennet) owns an island in the Caribbean. Running an island and acting the despot are not inexpensive hobbies. How does Charlie earn his living? Simple. He grows and sells weed. He runs illegal guns to the mainland. He owns a sleazy bar and overcharges for drinks. He hires comely “female entertainer” Gloria La Verne (Tania Velia) to amuse his rum-soaked clients by dancing the hootchie-coo while he plays the bongo drums. It’s a gas, man.

Charlie doesn’t know that one of his hired thugs is actually an undercover narcotics agent (Robert Bray). Say... what’s that killer shark doing out there, swimming in the shallows? Some wag on the YouTube machine described Fiend of Dope Island as “Gilligan’s Island Meets Jaws.”

FILM TRIVIA: American rock band The Cramps named their 2003 album Fiends of Dope Island as an homage to this unique film.

Co-star Tania Velia was billed as the "Yugoslavian Bombshell" and appeared in the July, 1959 issue of Playboy magazine. Several of her scenes were censored in the United States. I’m sure her literal two seconds of nudity really helped sell the film overseas.

NO WORRIES IF YOU’RE NOT LUCKY ENOUGH TO OWN THE DISC:
If you’re willing to ignore copyright, a fine-looking print rests here:

Enjoy. It’s 75 minutes long. If you don’t get to it today, there are two more free space days on the 21st and 29th.

AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT: Back in April, National treasure Svengoolie showed How to Make a Monster on his Saturday night program, and I was reminded of how much I love that little movie. It was made as something of a cash grab after Herman Cohen’s previous films, I Was a Teenage Werewolf and I Was a Teenage Frankenstein became unexpected drive-in hits. How to Make a Monster allows us to see just what happened to those two teenaged monster boys. It makes me sad that we are all precluded from legally viewing the first two films because they are part of the “Susan Hart Eleven.”

What are the "Susan Hart Eleven?" Why, thank you for asking! The "Susan Hart Eleven" is a group of AIP drive-in pictures that are no longer legitimately available on home video because the rights belong to Susan Hart... and she refuses to license them. How did the rights to these eleven films fall into the hands of Susan Hart? Simple—she was married to AIP co-founder James H. Nicholson. When he died, the rights reverted to her. I am not making this up.

I wish some enterprising boutique video label would put out a 4K Blu-ray boxset titled “The Susan Hart Eleven.” It would contain: It Conquered the World (1956) and its 1966 remake, Zontar; The Thing from Venus; Invasion of the Saucer Men (1957) and its 1965 remake The Eye Creatures; I Was a Teenage Frankenstein (1957); I Was a Teenage Werewolf (1957); The Amazing Colossal Man (1957); Terror from the Year 5000 (1958); Apache Woman (1955); The Oklahoma Woman (1956); and Naked Paradise (1957). My God, Apache Woman was the second film Roger Corman ever directed! These films are history! Are you listening, Vinegar Syndrome? Imprint? Shout Factory? Miss Hart?!

ANYONE? Hello?

THE PLOT IN BRIEF: Pete Dumond (Robert H. Harris), head make-up artist and chief weirdo at American International Studios, faces a bit of a bind. Though his monster creations have made the studio big profits, a new regime of studio executives wants to phase out horror movies and throw Pete out on his ass. What can Pete do? File a grievance with his local union representative? Try to find employment at another studio? Retire peacefully, mentor young make-up artists, and perhaps write a book?

No, Pete decides on something much simpler. He mixes a “numbing agent” into the foundation cream of the last two actors to play monsters at the studio. With their minds sufficiently numbed, he persuades them that they will never act in the movies again unless they do exactly what he says. The “numbing agent” deadens the willpower of the hapless two, and they kill studio executives at Pete’s behest.

Silly Pete! He should have just waited eight months for the new studio executives to be fired and replaced. In Hollywood, this happens like clockwork.

In How to Make a Monster, not only do we get to see American International Pictures poking good-natured fun at its own expense, but we also get to see: 1) a full-length musical number featuring John Ashley that has nothing whatsoever to do with the rest of the film; 2) Gary Conway reprising his role in I Was a Teenage Frankenstein. Michael Landon could not be lured back after I Was a Teenage Werewolf. He is replaced by Gary Clarke; 3) Though the film is in black and white, the last ten minutes are in full fiery color. Turns out, producer Cohen had a theory that if the end of the picture were in color, the audience would think the whole thing was in color. I’m not quite sure if this worked.

NO WORRIES IF YOU’RE NOT LUCKY ENOUGH TO OWN THE DISC:
If you’re willing to ignore copyright, a fine-looking print rests here:

Enjoy. This is one of the best-looking prints of the film I have ever seen. It looks better than my Shout Factory Blu-ray disc. It’s 70 minutes long. This film would also work for “Revenge Day” on June 22nd, given our main protagonist’s motive, or really any day that you are looking for some cheap thrills.

Junesploitation 2026 Day 16: Free Space!

fthismoviepodcast@gmail.com (fthismovie.com) — Tue, 16 Jun 2026 01:00:00 -0500

FTM Rewind: George Romero's Dead Series

fthismoviepodcast@gmail.com (fthismovie.com) — Mon, 15 Jun 2026 04:00:00 -0500

Travel back to 2015 when Patrick and Mike closed out that year's Scary Movie Month with a discussion of one of their favorite filmmakers and his series of six zombie movies.

Download this episode here.

Also discussed this episode: Unfriended (2015); The Fly (1986); Pieces (1982); No Telling (1991); Goodnight Mommy (2015)

Junesploitation 2026 Day 15: George Romero!

fthismoviepodcast@gmail.com (fthismovie.com) — Mon, 15 Jun 2026 01:00:00 -0500

Junesploitation 2026 Day 14: Cannon!

fthismoviepodcast@gmail.com (fthismovie.com) — Sun, 14 Jun 2026 01:00:00 -0500

Junesploitation 2026 Day 13: '90s Horror!

fthismoviepodcast@gmail.com (fthismovie.com) — Sat, 13 Jun 2026 01:00:00 -0500

Review: DISCLOSURE DAY

fthismoviepodcast@gmail.com (fthismovie.com) — Fri, 12 Jun 2026 04:00:00 -0500

by Rob DiCristino

Hail to the king, baby.

Someday soon — hopefully not too soon — cinephiles around the world will gather to celebrate the life and work of perhaps our greatest filmmaker, Steven Spielberg. We’ll write thinkpieces and record podcasts. We’ll conduct interviews and hold retrospectives. We’ll wax rhapsodic about how E.T. helped us through our parents’ divorce. How Jurassic Park inspired our lifelong fascination with the sciences. We’ll get emotional while talking about how Saving Private Ryan repaired our relationship with our dad. How Jaws ruined our family vacations. Young Letterboxd’ers will recall how watching Lincoln in school gave them a better appreciation of American history than any textbook ever could, and a murderer’s row of Hollywood’s A-list directors will explain how Raiders of the Lost Ark imbued them with the courage to make movies of their own. Spielberg’s contribution to popular culture is immeasurable. His tenacity and craftsmanship are unmatched. To put it plainly: Steven Spielberg built the twenty-first century, and our debt to him can never, ever be repaid.

And, lest that elegiac opening mislead you, he’s not finished yet. His latest is Disclosure Day, another entry in an ongoing series of UFO-themed thrillers that began with 1977’s Close Encounters of the Third Kind. As with that film — as well as his 2005 adaptation of War of the Worlds — Disclosure Day isn’t concerned as much with the aliens above us as it is with our neighbors here on earth, beginning with a young computer technician named Daniel Kellner (Josh O’Connor). Defecting from shadowy cybersecurity giant Wardex with a backpack full of mysterious alien artifacts, Daniel and his girlfriend, Jane (Eve Hewson), are en route to an undisclosed location where Hugo (Daniel’s former manager, played by the effervescent Colman Domingo) and other Wardex-iles prepare to blow the whistle on a vast conspiracy. What Wardex is hiding is unclear, but it evidently involves Kansas City TV meteorologist Margaret Fairchild (Emily Blunt), who finds herself suddenly possessed of odd talents: She can read minds, for example, and seems to speak conversational Korean.

Meanwhile, Wardex boss Noah Scanlon (Colin Firth) and his team of blackhats pursue Daniel and Maragaret across the greater southeast, with Noah using a handheld alien device — a sibling of the one in Daniel’s backpack — to form psychic bonds with the fugitives so he can manipulate their actions. Jane’s the most susceptible, as it turns out, either because of her previous life as a Catholic nun or her nagging sense of unease with Daniel’s mission: Sure, people deserve to know the truth, but has he given enough thought to the effect these revelations will have on a world already inches away from mutually-assured destruction? And what about Margaret’s clairvoyance? Does it have something to do with her years of missing childhood memories? Or is it the first sign of Parkinson’s, the disease that killed her father? Margaret can’t be sure of anything, but — despite protests from her boyfriend, Jackson (Wyatt Russell, well cast as an insipid doofus) — she believes that her gifts are the first step toward a monumental new chapter for the entire human race.

It’s that weight of purpose, that dedication to each individual’s responsibility for our collective integrity, that has always fueled Spielberg’s best blockbusters, and Disclosure Day is no exception. It’s a film about the bonds we share with each other, about the way our inherent interconnectivity has become muddled by decades of algo-driven social media isolation. While it certainly shares DNA with the rest of Steve’s alien oeuvre — which, remember, includes Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull — it might actually be Minority Report that provokes the most comparisons, especially when Margaret uses her Precog-like influence to remind others of their lost loves and missed connections. It’s a shmaltzy device, sure, but it’s the kind of schmaltz that Spielberg — whose original story inspired the screenplay by longtime stalwart David Koepp — has never been hip or ironic enough to be embarrassed by. However outmoded it may seem in the age of Tik Tok and reality television, Steven Spielberg still cannot help but think of the human race as a family.

And if we are indeed a family, then Emily Blunt is most certainly Mother. Shifting between gears so extreme that you might actually forget she’s also affecting a saccharine-sweet American accent at the same time, Blunt delivers a bravura performance worthy of her early Hollywood work in Looper, The Devil Wears Prada, and Edge of Tomorrow (otherwise known as “The Days Before She Just Played the Wife”). Margaret is the literal Rosetta Stone of Disclosure Day, reading the thoughts and feelings of those around her at breakneck speed — Steve even gives her one of his patented Long Takes just to show off — and rearranging each of them into clues that unlock the film’s larger mystery. Koepp’s functional (if often clunky and flavorless) screenplay doesn’t always make the best use of her dexterity, but Blunt gives Margaret such a specific brand of empathetic curiosity that even the vaguest aspects of her gift feel lively and credible. O’Connor, Domingo, and Firth all give good face — crucial in a Spielberg joint — but Blunt is the prism that brings Disclosure Day into focus.

And even if the disquieting fuck-tastrophy of our modern world has soured you on Spielberg’s undeniably Boomerish approach to human kinship — You’ve probably already forgotten that the U.S. government recently disclosed evidence of actual UFOs — Disclosure Day still finds the old master at the top of his visual game. After years of watching flat, pre-rendered action sequences shot against the Volume or Stagecraft or Whatever the Fuck It’s Called Now, audiences should be dazzled by cameras that actually move through three-dimensional spaces, by whip-smart blocking that turns one of Janusz Kamiński’s frames into three or four new ones, and by the invigorating brass notes of an honest-to-god John Williams score. They should be moved by a story told with awe and wonder instead of smarm and cynicism (see last week’s Masters of the Universe). In short, Steven Spielberg may no longer be at the vanguard of our fractured culture, but that just means it’s up to us to pass on what Disclosure Day codifies as his simple, essential message: You are not alone.

Disclosure Day hits U.S. theaters on Friday, June 12th.

Junesploitation 2026 Day 12: Kung Fu!

fthismoviepodcast@gmail.com (fthismovie.com) — Fri, 12 Jun 2026 01:00:00 -0500

10 Disaster Movies I Actually Like

fthismoviepodcast@gmail.com (fthismovie.com) — Thu, 11 Jun 2026 05:00:00 -0500

by Patrick Bromley
When the end of the world doesn't seem so bad.

It's Disaster day for Junesploitation! This is not my favorite genre. JB is your man for the disaster movies of the '70s, when these things were at their peak. Want to talk Daylight? Talk to Adam Riske. But just because there aren't a ton that I enjoy doesn't mean that there aren't any I enjoy. Here are 10 I dig.

1. Independence Day (1996, dir. Roland Emmerich)

A very traditional 1970s disaster movie that just happens to use aliens as the disaster. This is not the last time aliens will appear on this list, which means either a) I have a soft spot for sci-fi disaster movies or that b) aliens became an acceptable substitute for more natural disasters beginning in the 1990s. I know a lot of people really hate this movie but I just can't get on board with that. Any film that casts my beloved Bill Pullman as the President of the United States will forever have my sword.

2. Hard Rain (1998, dir. Mikael Salomon)

Originally titled The Flood, 1998's Hard Rain cleverly mashes up a 1970s disaster movie with a heist movie and a western. Christian Slater drives an armored car that gets held up as a small town succumbs to some HARD RAIN. A better-than-average cast for this sort of thing coupled with clean '90s direction make this a small gem in the pantheon of latter-period disaster movies. Nowadays it would go right to streaming. Hard Rain is further proof of Adam Riske's theory that no movie centered on an armored car is bad.

3. The Towering Inferno (1974, dir. John Guillermin)

The only traditional disaster movie from the genre's Golden Age to appear on this list. John Guillermin knows how to stage huge-scale action like this (he went on to direct the 1976 King Kong remake, a movie I like) and it's hard not to enjoy a movie in which Paul Newman and Steve McQueen share the screen. Also I like stuff being set on fire.

4. Armageddon (1998, dir. Michael Bay)

Another movie that gets a ton of hate and I get it. This is a lot of Michael Bay bullshit and there are a lot of cringe-worthy moments ("HARRY I LOVE YOU!"), but as I've said before and will say again, Armageddon is functional in a way that summer blockbusters rarely are anymore. Shit gets blown up. There are actual characters played by actors we like to see show up in movies. The world is at stake. This played the end of F This Movie Fest two years ago and that viewing proved to me that it still works. Sue me, I like it.

5. War of the Worlds (2005, dir. Steven Spielberg)

Another alien invasion movie that uses the language of a disaster film, particularly in its first half when everything descends into pure chaos and destruction. The reception was mixed when this came out; I feel like it will be getting some reevaluations in the coming weeks with Spielberg doing aliens again in Disclosure Day this summer. Of all the post-9/11 movies about 9/11, this remains one of the best.

6. Knowing (2009, dir. Alex Proyas)

Nicolas Cage plays a guy who unlocks a code and figures out the world is ending. A massive $200 million success at the time of its release, it's a movie no one has seen or talks about despite being pretty good. Obviously I love the Cage of it all, but Proyas really directs the shit out of the disaster sequences and the movie isn't afraid to go places other movies probably wouldn't go. Give it a chance if you've skipped it until now.

7. Cloverfield (2008, dir. Matt Reeves)

Ok, one more alien disaster movie. Cloverfield is clever in that it introduces the found footage aesthetic into the disaster movie. The novelty makes a huge difference, because there aren't really characters worth getting to know or care about. Don't get me wrong -- I still like the movie, but it's in spite of its flaws.

8. Titanic (1997, dir. James Cameron)

Another unpopular opinion: I like Titanic. I know it sounds stupid to say it's unpopular to like one of the most successful movies of all time and a Best Picture Oscar winner, but all the cool kids either turned on Titanic or, more accurately, never liked it in the first place. James Cameron combines the disaster movie with an old-fashioned romance, putting many human faces on the lives lost when Titanic sank. He knows how movies work.

9. Contagion (2011, dir. Steven Soderbergh)

I like Steven Soderbergh's outbreak movie but I might never watch it again. I wasn't sure I would ever watch it again even before COVID but now there's no way I can ever watch it again. It's a different kind of disaster movie, but a disaster nonetheless.

10. Melancholia (2011, dir. Lars von Trier)

No movie makes me feel better about depression than Lars Von Trier's Melancholia, a gorgeous (and often funny) mediation on what it feels like to live with potentially crippling mental illness that somehow prepares you for the end of the world. This is a disaster movie for the arthouse crowd, featuring a characteristically great Kirsten Dunst performance and some breathtaking photography. If a planet ever crashes into ours, I hope it looks this good.

Junesploitation 2026 Day 11: Disasters!

fthismoviepodcast@gmail.com (fthismovie.com) — Thu, 11 Jun 2026 02:00:00 -0500

FTM 824: THE LAST BOY SCOUT

fthismoviepodcast@gmail.com (fthismovie.com) — Wed, 10 Jun 2026 05:00:00 -0500

Water's wet. Patrick and Adam Riske have secrets.

Download this episode here.

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Also discussed this episode: Godzilla vs. Hedorah (1971), Mercury Rising (1998), A Good Year (2006), Mortal Kombat II (2026), Poseidon (2006), Devil Wears Prada 2 (2026), Michael (2026), Propeller One Way Night Coach (2026), Obsession (2026), Over Your Dead Body (2026), Mile End Kicks (2026), Glory (1989), Four Brothers (2005)

Junesploitation 2026 Day 10: Private Eyes!

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2K Replay: THE BLACK DAHLIA

fthismoviepodcast@gmail.com (fthismovie.com) — Tue, 9 Jun 2026 12:00:00 -0500

by Adam Riske

Nominated for “Best Cinematography” (Vilmos Zsigmond) at the Academy Awards. He lost to Guillermo Navarro for Pan’s Labyrinth.

• Best Scene/Moment: The two scenes where Josh Hartnett’s character visits the Hilary Swank character’s family. They’re demented even by Brian De Palma standards.

• Best Song: “In the Mood” written by Joe Garland.

• Best Merch: A “Black Dahlia Movie Film Ticket Stub Pepsi Logo Multiplex Opening Month 9/24/2006” for $17.50 (a great deal because it’s marked down 50% off from $35.00). I like the seller is bragging that the ticket stub has a Pepsi logo. They also bought the ticket at 9:42pm for a 9:25pm. What a creep. The movie might have already started by then. This isn’t 2026 when there are 30 minutes of previews. I also like the seller boasting about seeing it opening month as if seeing the movie 9 days after its release date is worth noting.

• Director Grade: The Black Dahlia was directed by Brian De Palma.
Great Movies: Phantom of the Paradise, Carrie, Blow Out, The Untouchables, Carlito’s Way
Good Movies: Sisters, Scarface, Casualties of War, Mission: Impossible, Snake Eyes
OK Movies: Dressed to Kill, Body Double, Raising Cain, Femme Fatale, The Black Dahlia
Bad Movies: The Bonfire of the Vanities, Passion
Unseen By Me: Murder a la Mod, Greetings, The Wedding Party, Hi, Mom!, Get to Know Your Rabbit, Obsession, The Fury, Home Movies, Wise Guys, Mission to Mars, Redacted, Domino
Overall Grade: B+

• Double It with This 2006 Movie: Lonely Hearts

• Year 2006 Movies to Trailer Before Them: Lucky Number Slevin, The Prestige, Scoop

• Ella McCay or The Black Dahlia? Ella McCay
• Mall Movie? I’m going to go yes because De Palma wasn’t as popular in the 2000s as he was back in the '70s, '80s and '90s. This movie’s pretty trashy so it would fit in nicely at the mall.

• Only in 2006: The subject matter of a movie made me feel guilty about my crush on Love, Lights, Hanukkah’s Mia Kirshner.

• Scene Stealer: Hilary Swank. She’s giving a femme fatale performance from outer space.

• I Miss: Major studio Brian De Palma movies through The Black Dahlia.

• I Don’t Miss: Non-major studio Brian De Palma movies after The Black Dahlia.

• 2006 Crush (tie): Scarlett Johansson and Love, Lights, Hanukkah’s Mia Kirshner.

• 2026 Crush (tie): Love, Lights, Hanukkah’s Mia Kirshner and Rachel Miner.

• What I Thought in 2006: I thought the movie was legitimately good for the first couple of acts only to lose its way completely in the final act and become very demented and silly. It was memorable, I’ll give it that.

• What I Think in 2026: I think pretty much the same thing. It’s probably more than a little insensitive for the victim of the real-life crime, but I guess it gets a pass since it happened decades ago, like the Titanic tragedy where people feel free to joke about it now. I dunno. It’s weird, right? Anyways, there are things I like about the movie (especially the stunning cinematography) and the trio of Josh Hartnett-Scarlett Johansson-Aaron Eckhart are charming. This is a very sleazy, silly movie and few people do that better than Brian De Palma. It’s not one of his best, but it’s entertaining most of the time and a little bit better than its reputation.

Drunk on Foolish Pleasures: TOUGH GUYS DON'T DANCE

fthismoviepodcast@gmail.com (fthismovie.com) — Tue, 9 Jun 2026 05:00:00 -0500

by JB

“Oh, man! Oh, God! Oh, man! Oh, God! Oh, man! Oh, God!
The perfect film for Junesploitation’s “Thriller Day.”

NOTE: This column originally appeared in slightly different form in 2013.

Now that it has been pointed out to me that the original 1972 Poseidon Adventure is actually pretty great, my favorite “bad” movie will forever be novelist/he-man Norman Mailer's 1987 crime dramedy/psycho-circus Tough Guys Don't Dance. This movie is incredibly entertaining to watch, and is as appropriate a movie as there will ever be for a column titled “Drunk on Foolish Pleasures” since most, if not all, of this film’s characters are sloppy drunk for the entire length of the movie. The screenwriter, director, and most of the actors may have also been drunk on set during filming, too. It certainly seems that way.

Just ask Norman Mailer. In his considered worldview, it is drinking makes you a man… so does fighting… and so does not being gay. Tough Guys Don’t Dance is the work of a man who has had one too many testosterone injections directly into his groin. This movie’s screenwriter seems to be every boy who ever bullied me in middle school, its producer is your least favorite uncle who brags about sexual conquests from thirty years ago, and its director seems to be a grouchy sociopath. All three men are Norman Mailer.

Tough Guys Don’t Dance was Norman Mailer’s first swing at directing a big-budget Hollywood film. Mailer managed to sweet talk beloved Cannon Films in the go-go 1980s into green-lighting this adaptation of his then-current bestseller. His maiden directing effort was the low-budget, self-financed Maidstone, which resulted in a shooting (not the shooting of film, mind you—someone was ACTUALLY SHOT on set during the film’s production. I am not making this up.)

THE PLOT IN BRIEF: Amateur yachtsman/professional alcoholic Tim Madden (Ryan O’Neal) awakens from a particularly nasty blackout and finds himself plunged into a tale of adultery and intrigue: bags full of weed, bags full of human heads, and himself, constantly half in the bag. Add more than a dash of scenery chewing from all sides and you get this sly parody of Harold Robbins/ Douglas Sirk-style melodramas. Right? I mean this has to be a sly parody, right? Please tell me this is a parody, served up with a sly nod and wink. You cannot tell me that the filmmakers took this piece of shit seriously.

Wait. What?

The character names dreamed up by Norman Mailer are all part of this revelry, a fever dream of cornpone and bourbon and racial stereotypes: Police Captain Alvin Luther Regency, Patty Laraine, Doogie Madden, Wardley Meeks III, Big Stoop, Spider, Bolo, Finney, and Stoodie. Those last four sound like some kind of low-rent, redneck Southern law firm (“Hello, this is Spider, Bolo, Finney & Stoodie. How may I direct your call? No, I’m sorry—Mr. Stoodie is at lunch with Mr. Spider and Mr. Bolo! Try calling back after two o’clock?”) You keep expecting to meet a character named "Grits" or "A. Southern Man." This is a film about the South written by someone who has never been south of Boston.

And speaking of Boston (Era.), Tough Guys Don’t Dance is just as bat shit crazy and melodramatic as star Ryan O’Neal’s earlier film Love Story, though one gets the feeling that, at least in the case of Tough Guys Don’t Dance, SOME of the filmmakers MAY have been in on the joke.

May have.

We have spoken at length on this site about films reaching a stage of crazy delirium. As film lovers we all eagerly await that exact moment where any movie goes completely off the tracks. We film fans have all seen so many “ordinary” movies that we crave the unique, the bizarre, the unexplainable. This film hits the crazy mark five minutes in—and never stops getting crazier! Give me more films like this during Junesploitation, full of insane bullshittery—at least this film never skimps on the passion, even though it is the passion of the religious zealot, the lapsed alcoholic, and the hopelessly insane. At least when Tough Guys Don’t Dance is over, you know that you have seen SOMETHING.

This film features the exploitation cast to end all exploitation casts: we get semi-professional somnambulist Ryan O’Neal (Oliver’s Story, The Main Event, Partners), Lawrence Tierney (Dillinger, Reservoir Dogs, Seinfeld), Wings Hauser (Vice Squad, Deadly Force, Sordid Career) Penn Jillette (My Chaffeur, Off Beat, Dancing With The Stars) and Debra Sandlund (Murder By Numbers, Parker Lewis Can’t Lose, Gladiator – no, not THAT Gladiator, the Cuba Gooding boxing movie Gladiator). This is a deep bench of deliciously bad character actors.

FULL DISCLOSURE: Tough Guys Don’t Dance does feature Isabella Rossellini, radiantly beautiful as ever—and just as bad and over-the-top as everyone else.

A popular urban legend that makes the rounds of my old school district concerns the district administrator whose daughter is prominently featured in this film. Papa was so proud of his daughter that he invited all of his coworkers to an advanced screening to celebrate her first big-budget, big screen outing. Seems Dad did NOT know in advance 1) what the hell kind of film this was, 2) what the hell kind of character his daughter would be playing, 3) what the hell kind of dialogue would issue from her mouth, or 4) the hella amounts of nudity involved in the part. Needless to say, Daddy was embarrassed, and a planned post-screening party was scuttled because all the guests were completely mortified by the film.

I think that Dad should have been LESS embarrassed by his daughter's copious nudity, (which is, shall we say, impressive?) and MORE embarrassed by her performance, which reaches some sort of apex of bad acting. At times the poor girl seems to be playing a sentient ape... playing a female impersonator... playing Bettie Davis... playing an uppity Southern Belle. This is a performance for the ages, a PERFORMANCE in all capital letters. Ladies and Gentlemen of the Academy... for your consideration… Debra Sandlund.

Further proof of just how confused and confusing her performance is? In 1987, Debra Sandlund was nominated for both Best Supporting Actress at the Independent Spirit Awards and for Worst Supporting Actress at the Razzie Awards. She lost both. Further further proof? She doesn’t work under the name Debra Sandlund anymore – all her subsequent acting credits are as “Debra Stipe.”

Tough Guys Don’t Dance also features dialogue that sounds like it was penned by a precocious fourteen-year-old boy high from huffing model glue – though it actually comes from the twisted mind of Norman Mailer. This nutty dialogue reaches its nadir in a scene where, after his character receives some very bad news, star Ryan O’Neal is called upon to repeat the words “Oh man! Oh God!” over and over again. This would be a test for the best of actors, and as we all know, Ryan O’Neal is far from the best. Apparently, this video clip and sound bite have become something of an Internet meme. Check it out:

Some other delightful dialogue that I delight in rolling over on my tongue:

LAURENCE TIERNEY: “Six months ago, they told me to stop [drinking] or I was dead. I stopped. Now the spirits circle around my bed and they tell me to dance. I tell them, ‘Tough guys don't dance.’ They answer me, ‘Keep dancing.’”

ISABELLA ROSSELLINI: “My husband gives me six orgasms a night. That’s why I call him MISTER SIX!”

ODDLY ENOUGH: there were several versions of this scene filmed. In the trailer, Rossellini says “five.” Overseas, Hauser says “sixteen!” I once heard this bit of dialogue replaced on a network television broadcast with “Mister Three!” (Apparently, it wasn't the orgasms themselves the network objected to, but the sheer volume of them.) Later in the film, Rossellini corrects herself:

WINGS HAUSER: (slurring after a stroke) “But I gave you 16 orgashms a night!”
ISABELLA ROSSELLINI: “None of them were any good.”

LAURENCE TIERNEY: “Never call an Italian ‘small potatoes.’”

Actually, I can personally vouch for this one. You never want to call an Italian “small potatoes.” OH, DO NOT ASK WHY. JUST TRUST ME ON THIS ONE.

JOHN BEDFORD LLOYD (holding a gun on O’Neal’s character): “Madden, take it [he’s referring to his penis] in your mouth... or you'll die. Will you take my pride and joy [again, his penis] into your mouth?” To be fair here, Lloyd seems to be the only actor in this godforsaken mess who actually knows what sort of film he is in... and seems to be enjoying himself immensely.

The last line of dialogue illuminates the soul of Normal Mailer. Much like the films of Ed Wood (which Tough Guys Don’t Dance resembles in its dialogue and characters) the film is worth seeing for what it tells us about its creator. Norman Mailer is obsessed with being a man. He has an old school, “guts and glory” definition of masculinity that comes off as comic and excessive when splashed across the big screen. According to Mailer, men want only to drink, curse, and screw. They chop people’s heads off. They cuckhold other men. They black out and forget exactly whose heads they have chopped off and who they have cuckholded. They overact until they give themselves strokes and seizures. Their worst nightmare is to have someone put something in their mouths that they do not want to have there. That’s the only reason Wardley Meeks III is the villain—he is not a real man.

At times Tough Guys Don’t Dance resembles a fantasy “man’s man” film that I have often imagined. That film would star John Wayne, Mel Gibson, Steven Seagal, and a bottle of Viagara. That film would feature a script by Norman Mailer (with last-minute rewrites by John Milius and Joe Eszterhas) and be co-directed by John Ford, Sam Peckinpah, and Michael Bay. It would be titled Whiskey and Balls.

Oh man! Oh God!

Junesploitation 2026 Day 9: Thrillers!

fthismoviepodcast@gmail.com (fthismovie.com) — Tue, 9 Jun 2026 02:00:00 -0500

Watch Your Language: HOLY COW

fthismoviepodcast@gmail.com (fthismovie.com) — Mon, 8 Jun 2026 05:00:00 -0500

by Rosalie Lewis

Turns out, it ain’t easy being cheesy.

Growing up in rural Illinois, summer brought familiar sights and smells and events. Corn and soybeans got planted. Tractors puttered down the road, requiring cars to slow down and yield to their 15-mile-per-hour max speed. The familiar pungent odors of animal waste-based fertilizer permeated the air when the wind blew off the fields from a certain direction. Neighbors and friends with beef and dairy farms geared up for a series of county and state fairs where they would bring their cows, sheep, goats, pigs, and other livestock to a barn on the fairgrounds.

The fair meant a chance for kids and grownups to show the animals and hopefully win some trophies and ribbons that came with a bit of prize money and positive publicity for their farm. Kids I knew participated in 4-H from an early age, and teens would socialize (sometimes with some illicit alcohol, sometimes just running around looking at antique farm equipment and being goofballs) at night and retreat to the stall to catch a few hours of sleep before it was time to clean and prep their animals for inspection by a judge. During the day, tractor pulls and demolition derby competitions joined screeches from the Zipper and Tilt-a-Whirl, mechanical creaks from the Bumper Cars, and the weary but insistent invitations shouted by carnival barkers inviting passersby to try their luck at obviously rigged games in exchange for prizes like a giant Scooby Doo plushy or a wonky looking Ninja Turtle.

All of this to say, I immediately recognized the opening moments of Holy Cow even though it’s set in the French countryside and not the Midwestern US. A camera brings us into the gentle chaos and raucous atmosphere of a cattle show. People are drinking. Cows are milling around. Teenagers are chanting along with loud music, and our eyes focus on skinny blonde Totone as he feeds on the energy of his friends and strips down to his birthday suit, intoxicated as much by the cheers as the beers. When he wakes up later on the wooden bench of a bus stop, his dad lugs him into the passenger side of the milk truck and they drive through the pastoral countryside as the morning mists burn off with the rising sun. The beauty is punctuated by Dad asking, “Are you going to puke?” and rolling down a window. They seem to know this rhythm of early morning hangovers pretty well. There’s no judgment, just practicality.

In some ways, Totone is your average 18-year-old. He chases girls, parties with his friends, gets into fights, finds his Dad embarrassing at times. His life changes overnight when an accident leads to a lot more adult responsibilities. He now has to care for his seven-year-old sister Claire, find a way to earn money, and figure out how to wake up in time for work after a night of drinking heavily. After a few false starts and a friendly encounter with a local farm girl who seems to have her life figured out, he decides that the answer is obvious: Steal milk from hot farmer girl, convince friends to help, and make cheese good enough to win the coveted Comte award that comes with $30,000 in prize money. What could possibly go wrong?

I doubt that Totone ever read or considered French existentialist philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre, but I think he might agree with some of Sartre’s writings. “Life begins on the other side of despair. I suppose it is out of laziness that the world is the same day after day. Today it seemed to want to change. And then anything, anything could happen. There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours.”

I adored this movie, which may be low stakes and easy-going but it’s still chock full of life and youthful energy. Louise Courvoisier writes and directs what she knows in her debut feature, having grown up in the Jura region where the film takes place. She intentionally cast local unprofessional actors, taking about a year to find the people who would come across as natural and real onscreen. The teens in this movie all worked on farms in the area, and she shot the movie around their schedule. She modified the dialogue to how they spoke. She didn’t want them to telegraph the emotional stakes of the story—it needed to feel organic and unpredictable. She also didn’t want to make an arthouse film that people from her home province would find alienating—it had to be more than just exoticizing the rural experience for a Paris audience.

As a result, we get so many unexpected joys in this movie. The cast absolutely feels like real people, and they have incredible chemistry together. They look like real teens and kids. They have that mix of awkwardness, false bravado, and vulnerability. The budding romance between Totone and Marie-Lise, his farmer girl crush, is tender and funny all at once. The movie isn’t trying to go for this big romantic story arc—it just lets these young adults figure themselves out together. Also, we learn a lot about the cheese making process and it’s fascinating! It definitely made me want to eat as much cheese as possible, which frankly is not a change of pace for me but still.

I also loved the musical moments in this movie—the standout songs being Jimmie Rodgers’ “Kisses Sweeter Than Wine” and “Pepas” by Puerto Rican artist Farruko. The seeming incongruousness between the genres and generations of these songs belies the contrast of a traditional way of life in the French farmland and the pull toward something more modern and cosmopolitan that the young people experience. At some point, they’ll have to decide if they want to stay and carry on the family business or if they’ll leave for the big city and pursue a life their parents and grandparents may not understand or approve of. For others, maybe it’s not so much a choice as an inevitability: Getting out requires resources and determination that not everyone can access.

Taste the joy and frustration of youth and artisanal dairy products in this lovely film. Louise Courvoisier has put together all the ingredients you need for a memorable time at the movies.

Holy Cow is rentable on most platforms and streaming for free in the US on Kanopy.

Junesploitation 2026 Day 8: Zombies!

fthismoviepodcast@gmail.com (fthismovie.com) — Mon, 8 Jun 2026 02:00:00 -0500

Junesploitation 2026 Day 7: Free Space!

fthismoviepodcast@gmail.com (fthismovie.com) — Sun, 7 Jun 2026 02:00:00 -0500

Junesploitation 2026 Day 6: South Korea!

fthismoviepodcast@gmail.com (fthismovie.com) — Sat, 6 Jun 2026 02:00:00 -0500