Horror
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The Curator of Schlock #434: The Evil Dead
Edwige, my steadfast kangaroo companion, followed a trail of Smarties through the Supergirl exhibit. A spray-painted smile covered the face of a bust of Helen Slater. As we entered The Kidnap Syndicate exhibit, I heard the rattle of metal as some punk wearing blue jeans, a red and white striped shirt, and a red and white pom pom beanie,… Continue reading
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#596: Schloctoberfest 2023 #1 (The Hand)
On this week’s show, Jeff Shuster and I discuss Michael Caine’s brilliant acting and deranged hair as they appeared in Oliver Stone’s directorial debut, The Hand (1981). TEXT DISCUSSED NOTES If you are an amazon customer, one way to support this show is to begin shopping with this affiliate link, so that the podcast is granted… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #433: The Evil Dead DVDs
Edwige, my longstanding kangaroo companion, and I were searching for the Revenging Manta, the ninja vigilante of downtown Orlando. He had been dragged away by a punk dressed as the robot sheriff Elle from the movie Starcrash. My right foot crunched on something. It was a Smartie, a Nestle knockoff of M&Ms sold up in Canada.… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #432: Kids vs. Aliens
Edwige, my steadfast kangaroo companion, and I walked slowly through the second floor of the Museum of Schlock. I looked over at the Rocky IV display and saw the wax statue of Apollo Creed in pieces on the floor. The symbol of American exceptionalism was laid waste while Ivan Drago was left untouched. I picked up the… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #431: Summer of 84
Edwige, my faithful kangaroo companion, and I had felled the ruffians threatening us in the second floor men’s restroom of the Museum of Schlock. I freed myself from the office chair I was duct taped to, dusted myself off, and scratched Edwige behind the ears. I led the way, trying to figure out where the… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #425: Barbarian
I was about to be eaten alive by a guy in a gimp suit in the trashed bathroom of my once beloved establishment, The Museum of Schlock. Right as Terror was about to sink his metal fangs into me, a noise arose from one of the stalls. It sounded familiar to me, a grunting I’d… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #424: The Children of the Corn
The punk in the blue bandana tugged on the leash of the dude clad in stitched leather. “We call him Terror,” the dude said “He likes fresh meat.” Terror grimaced at me with razor sharp chompers. The punk in the blue bandana then pulled out a hunting knife, and sliced my left forearm bloody. Terror… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #423: Aenigma
There I was, tied to an office chair in a smelly bathroom in the Museum of Schlock, my once proud establishment now overrun by hooligans. The door to the bathroom swung open and in walked a trio of goons. Two were identical twins with curly blond hair poking out through their bandanas, one red and… Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #422: Stepfather 3
I woke up duct-taped to an office chair in the public bathroom on the first floor of The Museum of Schlock. Graffiti everywhere. “Death to the Curator” was tagged with green paint over the door of the second stall. “Get me out of here,” I screamed. I looked around, trying to find piece of broken… Continue reading
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