The Curator of Schlock
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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 #430: Footprints on the Moon
Razor Fangs, the leather-clad man-eater of the Goose Lord gang, hissed as Edwige, my kangaroo companion from my misadventures in North America, sent a Ferguson toilet crashing down on his head. She did this by maneuvering the potty with her long tail. The seat cracked in two. Razor Fangs collapsed as Edwige giggled as kangaroos Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #429: A Dragonfly for Each Corpse
Razor Fangs, the grotesque man beast of the Goose Lord gang, crept his way to the collapsed Men’s stall. I figured Edwige, my kangaroo companion from my misadventures in North America, was dead, felled by the wicked Razor Fangs. The leather clad freak bushed some of the remnants aside. A bright red boxing glove burst Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #428: The Killer Must Kill Again
Edwige, my long lost kangaroo companion from my misadventures in North America, leaped toward Razor Fangs, an S&M member of the Goose Lord Gang. Before she had a chance to strike, Razor Fangs swung a piece of the broken sink at Edwige. The porcelain hit her in the stomach and she crashed into the disabled Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #427: The Devil Has Seven Faces
Edwige, my long lost kangaroo companion from my misadventures in North America, and Razor Fangs, a feral man clad in stitched leather, were tussling in the trashed bathroom of the Museum of Schlock. Edwige tossed him into one of the standing urinals and it shattered. Water spritzed everywhere. The punk in the blue bandana slipped Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #426: Beast
Beast Edwige, my long lost kangaroo companion from my misadventures in North America, had returned to me. She was hopping up and down atop a dislodged restroom stall door. Underneath that stall door was the punk in the red bandana, now reduced to a crimson, pulpy mess. The punk in the blue bandana screamed as 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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