Have you ever wondered how certain movies just never appeared on your radar, despite having seen most other entries in the genre? So did we when we recently stumbled upon the 1981 slasher flick Final Exam. Then we watched the movie.
On this episode we study out the misguided homages to better films, the extra long scenes that don’t lead anywhere or further the plot and of course the random wedgie tug that may have been a character choice but probably wasn’t.
Stick around at the end where we shamelessly namedrop the Skip to the End podcast and hand out some grades of our own for some of the latest releases.
Just when you thought it was safe to back into the Ghosthouse…
Our 132-hour expose of this 1988 Italian horror movie continues with Part 2, where Jon, Pete and guest Bernie Gonzalez dial it up a few notches to discuss Willy Moon, world’s creepiest happy-go-lucky hitchhiker, among other details.
The golden age of 80s slasher cinema produced some interesting, if not great movies. In this episode, we buy a ticket for Terror Train, a 1980 Canadian-American production that slipped through the cracks of our adolescent viewing. Jamie Lee Curtis, Ellis from Die Hard and David Copperfield playing against type as a – wait for it – magician! It can’t be all bad can it?
As a children of the 1980s, my buddy Jon and I have far too much useless pop culture in our head. In an attempt to let some of it out, we’ve started a podcast called Making the Grade where we’ll discuss all the things that shaped who we are today. We’ll tackle topics like horror movies, video games, discovering music, discovering girls, mix tapes, and movies so bad they’re good.
That leads us to our very first episode, the 1987 cheese-tacular Steele Justice, starring Sensei Kreese (Martin Kove) and a boatload of B-C- and D-movie actors that are probably still too good for this movie. The producers threw in pretty much every 80s action movie stereotype – terrible one-liners, supercheese Frank Stallone-esque anthem, emotionally stunted lead character who cares for a pet snake, a spandex-clad music video, cocaine, uzis, beach workout montage with pink sweater and a mop handle, uncomfortable sexual tension between Steele and his best friend’s teenage daughter – it’s a veritable stew of batshit crazy and it fails spectacularly.
Jon and I could talk about this movie for weeks, if not months straight. Each scene is a perfectly realized helping of insanity, served with a sweaty (literally) side of Martin Kove. The original 35mm print of this needs to be preserved in the Smithsonian. But what did Jon and I really think? Does Steele Justice make the grade? Listen and find out!