The Curator of Schlock
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The Curator of Schlock #440: The Last Broadcast
Edwige, my kangaroo companion from my misadventures in North America, and I were searching for Waldo among rows upon rows of The Warriors movie gang mannequins. I kept seeing his striped shirt out of the corner of my eye. Edwige huffed in frustration and I was about to give up the search when I saw the pom Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #439: Noiro: The Curse
Noiro: The Curse Several years ago, I took great pride in having a display created in celebration of the movie The Warriors, like my own Terracotta Army, but with The Warriors. And mixed in with them was a real life punk in blue jeans, a red and white striped shirt, Coke-bottle glasses, and a red and Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #438: Cannibal Holocaust
Cannibal Holocaust The punk I’d nicknamed Waldo made a beeline for the Museum of Schlock’s The Warriors exhibit. Edwige, my loyal kangaroo companion, hopped in close pursuit. I stumbled along, still reeling from getting spray painted in the face. By the time I got there, Edwige stood in stone silence. The showpiece of The Warriors display was a hall Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #437: Intruder
I pinned the punk resembling Waldo from Where’s Waldo? down. I hoped to extract the whereabouts of the Revenging Manta, the ninja vigilante of downtown Orlando. The punk snorted and pursed his lip. Suddenly a stream of spit doused my face. I was about to smack across his cheeks when green spray burned my eyes. The punk Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #436: Army of Darkness
Army of Darkness The punk resembling Waldo from Where’s Waldo? grabbed his behind while Edwige, my steadfast kangaroo companion, feasted on the punk’s bag of Smarties. I kicked him in the shins and he crumpled to the floor. “Where did they take the Revenging Manta?” I said, attempting to pin him to the ground. “More importantly, who Continue reading
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The Curator of Schlock #435: The Evil Dead II
Watching a wax statue of James Mason getting defaced by a punk dressed as Where’s Waldo was enough to make me wish I was carrying a Wildey magnum to send this dirtbag straight to hell. But then I realized I had a kangaroo at my side and that was better than any gun. “Look, Edwige! Continue reading
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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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