Episode 313 – Barton Fink (1991)

Ok . . . ok . . . come on, Max . . . you’ve done over three hundred of these . . . it’s not that hard . . . just write. Just write SOMETHING. Oh god, why does a blank white screen look so horrible? Why is my keyboard laughing at me? Come on . . . it’s just another entry in the “Ready When You Are, C.B.”, just another movie about making movies. What the hell is wrong with you? God, writer’s block is awful . . . Come on, you useless lump; you’ll be out sleeping with the ponies at this rate! What, do I need John Goodman to show up to share a bottle with me? Mmm . . . maybe a drink would help . . . no! No, dammit, no more distractions! You can DO this! Just think of some Coen Brothers absurdities, think of disturbing overhead camera shots and creepy hotel hallways . . . SOMETHING! . . . . Nothing. I’ve got nothing. I’ll just have to tell Mike that I can’t come up with anything this week. He’ll understand. Maybe he’ll only use the small cattle prod this time. Maybe. I wish I’d been able to write something . . .

Wait a minute . . .

Poll question: what’s your favorite comfort movie? What movie just makes you feel all snuggly and warm?

Episode 312 – The Bad and the Beautiful (1952)

Ah, Hollywood! The land of glitter and sparkle! The land where dreams are born, struggle, and eventually end up in a miserable job in middle-management . . . I mean dreams come true! Obviously that’s what I meant, and you all know it! Hollywood is the most terribly important industry in all of The United Hollywoods of America; just ask Hollywood! What matters more than making a motion picture? Nothing, that’s what! Forget “growing food” or “treating medical issues” or “keeping people alive in general,” all of that is MEANINGLESS, you hear me? MEANINGLESS compared to the incomparable splendor that is Hollywood and making nine sequels to forgettable action movies. And don’t you forget it! In this week’s entry in our series “Ready When You Are, C.B.” we get one of Hollywood’s attempts to shine a rather watery light on its own practices and what some people will go through to get their picture made. “The Bad and the Beautiful” follows an actor, a writer, and a director, bound together for their hatred of a high-powered movie producer. A hated producer? Man, the stuff people come up with . . . join us, give a listen, and see how well or how poorly this utterly LUDICRIOUS story idea comes together. Roll it!

Poll question: what onscreen couple had the worst chemistry?

Episode 311 – Trumbo (2015)

Order, order! The Committee for “Ready When You Are, C.B.” will come to order! The witness has been sworn in and we are ready to proceed. The witness is reminded that failure to answer any of the committee’s questions will result in the witness being held in contempt . . . even more than they already are. Now then: are you now or have you ever been a member of the Bumpyist Party? Let the record show that the witness has answered “Neigh.” Very well. Before you return to your stall with the thanks of the committee and a bag of oats, can you give us the names of any Bumpyists living, working, or podcasting in the United States today? Oh, I see you’ve prepared a list. Hand-calligraphed, too. Very nice. Only two names, though. Do you believe that this “Max” and “Mike” are both genuine threats, menaces, or major annoyances to the listening public of the United States of America? Tap the floor with your hoof once for yes . . . thank you.  You can stop tapping now. We’ll be issue them subpoenas . . . the gallery will stop giggling immediately! The committee is well aware what the word “subpoenas” sounds like!

This week we’re discussing a film that tackles a dark period in Hollywood, and the entire U.S. of A.: the Red Scare and more specifically, the infamous Hollywood Blacklist as seen through the lens of the life of Dalton Trumbo. Trumbo, once one of the most successful screenwriters in Hollywood, was one of the Hollywood Ten, ten screenwriters who were accused of being Communists by the UnAmerican House of . . . excuse me, the House UnAmerican Activities Committee, or J.E.R.K.W.E.E.D., I mean, HUAC and saw his life nearly destroyed, like so many others, as a result of this pandering, fear-mongering, and ultimately utterly useless witch hunt that run for thirty years. How well does this film portray this national embarrassment of a time period? Give a listen and find out! Thank goodness we don’t have any jingoistic psychopaths talking about “The Enemies Within” anymore . . . .

Poll question: what famous figure do you most think deserves a biopic but hasn’t had one yet? Leave a comment or call our Anonymous Informant line at 617-398-7266

Episode 310 – Hollywood Shuffle (1987)

Welcome to another episode in our continuing stooooooory “Ready When You Are, C.B.!” movies by Hollywood, about Hollywood, smothered in Hollywood gravy! This week’s entry is a film from the late 80’s, forgotten by some but surprisingly influential to others: Robert Townsend’s “Hollywood Shuffle”. Is it a coincidence that a movie with this title came out a mere two years after the legendary musical opus produced by the Chicago Bears (aka “Dah Bearss”) with a very similar title, the “Superbowl Shuffle”? Or is it evidence of the conspiracy between Big Football and Big Hollywood, both of whom want a Big Cereal? Well . . . no, of course not, just look at the movie and you’ll see that makes no sense at all, as do most things I write here oh god why can’t I stop. But while on the surface this movie may address the inherent and MASSIVE difficulties faced by Black actors in Hollywood, the real message is far more subtle: credit cards can make your dreams come true. Yup. Give a listen and see if I’ve actually managed to tie something from this introduction into the actual show or if the show is just an excuse for Mike and Me to perform our rendition of “The Bumpypux Shuffle” (just kidding; the Bumpypux Shuffle is something you do immediately after eating Bumpypux as you struggle to reach the bathroom in time). Enjoy! The podcast, not the cereal.

Poll question: What movie, if any, have you ever watched and felt “this movie was NOT aimed at me.”

Episode 309 – The Player (1992)

Heeeyyyyyy, listeners! Sweeties, honeys, babies, pussycats, pumpkins! Fabulous to see you, totally mean that, been too long, what’s your latest project, that’s great, how’d the rehab stint go, glad to hear it, have they dropped the charges yet, absolutely terrif to hear that, gotta run, have your service call my service we’ll do breakfast lunch dinner, love ya! God, I hate that individual . . . As you have no doubt sussed out, we’ve started our new series “Ready When You Are, C.B.!” focusing on one of Hollywood’s favorite subjects: itself! Yes, we’ll be going through a number of cinematic offerings that focus on Hollywood itself, Tinseltown, Magicville, Sorcery Hamlet, whatever, both in the old days and the new-ish. We’re making our initial pitch for the upfronts with some sweet hooks that’ll look good on the one-sheets . . . and no, I have no idea what I just said but it’s kind of like “La Strada” meets “Science Crazed”! Or rather, it’s exactly like Robert Altman’s righteous middle-finger to the film production process, “The Player.” Just keep in mind that this is back in the 90’s, when screenwriters weren’t particularly respected. Not like today, when the studio execs respect them enough to replace them with A.I. . ..

By the way, if you’re interested in what Mike was actually saying in his elegantly-crafted opening, check here!

Poll question: what movie has your favorite ensemble cast? Leave a comment or call our Hollywood Hotline™ at 617-398-7266 and make your pitch!

Special Episode – Megalopolis (2024)

Great Cesear’s film reference! I know you’re all shocked, waiting as you have been for the start of our next series with a worm on your tongue (baited breath. Thank you! Try the veal!) but we’re delaying our next series a week because here at Max, Mike; Movies we are nothing if not topical! Yes, truly we are the skin disease of movie podcasts. After an absence of many moons (and several asteroids), Francis Ford Coppola has returned to the world of cinema with a new movie produced, written, and directed by someone names Nancis Cord Froppola . . . WAIT A MINUTE! Yes, Mr. Coppola has returned with a movie that is all HIM and has left audiences, shall we say, somewhat divided. I thought this movie would leave Mike divided as well, until he explained to me, through a locked door, that this particular phrase didn’t involve an axe or any sharp cutting tools. Well, thank you, Captain No Fun! Regardless, we were both excited by the Coppolistic film entry and, since we both had rushed out to see it, decided to discuss it here and now, for you and yours. Ain’t we something? So give a listen and see if the film divides us (although, let me stress, not in the fun way) or unites us. Ave Cesear Salad!

Episode 308 – Thor: Love and Thunder (2022)

By the Spear of Odin/Wotan/Woden/Veratyr and lots of others! Welcome, most valorous warriors to this, the Twilight Of The Series “Give Me One More Chance.” Today you draw your blades with us as we face the trial of the final movie of our lord Thor/Thunor/Donar/Irving (that last one is a rare translation) and if we fall on the field of cinema, we shall all die gloriously! Quaff some mead (which means spill at least as much as you drink; them’s the rules), bite the edge of your shields (they’re coated in chocolate for mid-battle snacking), and follow us to death most magnificent! They will write sagas about your deeds this day! The scribes of social media shall post of your valorous valor! Shed your blood alongside us, as we determine if “Irving: Love and Thunder” (still a better title, in my opinion) straddles the line between the Silly and the Not-Silly or if it plunges all Ninny-Nonny into the abyss. Gird your loins! Well done, that’s some fine girding there, all of you! Now as I mount my eight-legged pony Bumpnir, follow! Follow! To doom and renown! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHhhhhhhaaa . . . aaah? . . . um . . . . hello? Anybody following? Glory? Renown? Doom? . . . huh . . . well . . . guess it’s just us three then . . . Bumpnir, where the hell are you going? Fine. Just you and me, Mike . . . Mike? . . . Mike? . . . . Dang it . . . Fine, no death, no glory, just us talking. Great. Lot of sagas gonna be written about that . . .

Poll question: what’s your favorite mythologically-based movie? Any mythology counts.

Episode 307 – Mission: Impossible: Dead Reckoning: Part One (2023)

Welcome to the next-to-last episode in our “Give Me One More Chance” series. Before we get into this latest installment of the “Mission: Impossible” series (which should be called “Mission: Impossible: Too Many Colons”), we have some unpleasant business to take care of. I’m afraid our top-secret Max, Mike; Movie headquarters has been infiltrated by an enemy agent. Isn’t that right, Bumpy? Or should I say . . . Ethan Hunt?! *RIP* Oh . . . oh geez . . . he wasn’t wearing a mask . . . oh, gross . . . Wow, that’s a LOT of blood. Sorry, my mistake, Mike . . . or should I say . . . Ethan Hunt?! *RIP* Whoopsy-doodle. You weren’t wearing a mask either. ‘scuse-ems. Wow, is my face red. Well, not redder than yours right now, huh Mike? Hah? Get it? Geez, stop screaming. You don’t need ALL your skin, everyone knows that. Seriously, this could be a good look for you. Man, the floor is a mess right now . . . oh, c’mon Mike, listen to yourself: “I’m in agony, I’m hemorrhaging, I’m grotesque.” Me, me, me. Well, it’s not always about you, ok? I’m the one who has to make one of you two mop all this blood up! How about a little sympathy here? Fine, fine, I’ll get you a band-aid, you big crybaby. While I’m dealing with Mr. Delicate here, give a listen to our thoughts on this latest Tom Cruise work.

Poll question: what is your favorite Tom Cruise role, or is that a contradiction in terms? Run and comment or call our hotline at 617-398-7266 before it self-destructs.

Episode 306 – Cloverfield (2008)

Ok, ok, hang on, hold that still . . . so, in honor of this week’s entry in our “Give Me One More Chance” series, the found-footage, shaky-cam opus “Cloverfield,” I’m creating my very own handheld video masterpiece “Thistlemeadow,” complete with terrifying monsters and human drama, so let’s get, wha’ . . . DAMN, I dropped the video camera  . . . hang on . . . crap, it’s under the couch. I can’t reach it! Oh no, it’s recording . .  . and the rental runs out in a couple of hours! Ok, ok, I can work with this . . . gimme that broom handle . . . “Oh no! Jerian! Look out! It’s a colossal . . . dust bunny . . . eldritch horror from beyond space and time! Aaahhhhh!” “Grrarrrr! Grrarr!” “Eeeek, so scary!” “Quick, let’s hide behind these ruins that look suspiciously like loose change and a couple of stale Cheerios!” “Aaaaiiiieeee! So scary!” “We have to get to the Safety Zone over by those chipped Lego pieces and that, oh, hey, there’s the stereo remote! I mean, there’s the . . . Escape Space Barge! Oh, if only we can make it . . .” Wait, damn, the recording light went off! Did I forget to charge the battery? Man, this found footage crap is harder than I thought. You win, J.J. Abrams . . .  this time. But how does Mr. Abrams little project hold up on the second viewing? Give a listen to our shrieks of terror and be glad that if we jiggle the camera a lot, you’ll never know!

Poll question: what is scarier in the movies, giant monsters that destroy cities, or small monsters that can hide under the bed or in your chest cavity? Leave us a comment or record your screams of terror on our hotline at 617-398-7266.

Episode 305 – Glass Onion (2022)

Well, good evein’ to you all, ladies and gents, a very good, Ah say, Ah say, a very good evening to all of you. ‘cept, mebbe it ain’t such a good evenin’ for one individual in particular, hear in our “Give Me One More Chance” series. Yes, one individual ain’t gonna get no more chances, Ah say, Ah say, no more chances. Now I ain’t no big city crime solver, I’m just that simple country-boy detective Mandelbrot Black but ever since Ah was knee-high to a mudskipper, Ah was raised to believe that if y’all done something, y’all step up and admit it. Now one of y’all must have had a powerful dislike for this hear pony to do him in so dirty, so before I have to go peelin’ the layers of this here “Glass Onion” (y’all see what Ah did there?), mebbe one of you fine folks would like to save us the time and fess up: which one of y’all killed Bumpy the Wonder Pony? Pardon, Ah say, pardon me? Police? Call them? Why would I do such a thing? Heckfire, no! Ah jess’ wanna know whose name to inscribe on this here testimonial plaque, thankin’ y’all for your service to the community and humanity in general! Kudos to y’all, whoever ya’ll might be. As for this whole “Glass Onion” business, weeeellll, that ain’t my roe to hoe, now, is it? That’s another fella’s business. Give a listen, Ah say, Ah say, give a listen so y’all can hear about it!

Poll question: what cinematic detective do you think feels most like a real person?