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This week on the Frotcast, returning bald man Justin Halpern (Cougartown, Harley Quinn, Abbott Elementary) joins us to talk about his latest book Get Lost. For his fourth release, he’s going in a different direction by writing a novel, which is about…dads and baseball. It’s probably about a whole lot more than that to be fair, but we completely derail the conversation with some Godforsaken California Town chat. Sorry to any listeners for whom this is niche to the point of meaninglessness. Just remember the important part: Clovis is the Paris of the Central Valley, not to be confused with the Paris of the Inland Empire, which is Perris.

Justin also casually drops that he was on the Bert Kreischer podcast (shirt on), then even more casually drops that he was on Joe Rogan (unclear if shirt on), whereupon he shares with us some delightful details of the Joe Rogan Experience experience. Spoiler: he took DMT and saw a vision of Papa Roach playing the Sleep Train Amphitheater in Chula Vista.

Raise a glass, with your pinky up of course, for our favorite southern dandy Lindsey Graham. That’s right, Lady G, the ladybug himself, kicked the bucket, in a watershed day for gay sex workers along the Eastern Seaboard who enjoy posting online. We solemnly and respectfully remember a revered American statesman who worked tirelessly to strip the rights away from everyone except white straight men and rally support for completely unjustified foreign wars. We may not have always agreed with him, but what’s a little quibble on whether or not to murder thousands of people between pals?

Finally, we watched The Furious. There’s lots of ass whooping, which whoops ass. Ass is whooped, then it’s whooped some more. Then a nerdy dude who you think is about to get his ass whooped turns out to be a complete ass whooper, and he then proceeds to whoop hella ass. It whooped ass. Solid B+.

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Movies looked irrelevant and corny before, until some kids brought it back from the dead. Are there signs that it’s happening again? ‘Last Kings of Hollywood’ author Paul Fischer explains.

This week’s interview is with Paul Fischer, author of The Last Kings of Hollywood, Coppola, Lucas, Spielberg―and the Battle for the Soul of American Cinema, which could not possibly be more relevant to the current state of the film industry, and not just because there’s a new Spielberg movie out and Marcia Lucas just died.

With Zoomer (Gen Alpha?) filmmakers breaking out (Obsession, Backrooms) while The Mandalorian and Supergirl flop bigly, there are signs that the paradigm has shifted. This, mind you, is not unprecedented. People thought the movie business was dead in the 1950s and 1960s as well, until some filmmakers changed film executives’ ideas about what they thought they could sell. In this bonus interview, I talk to Paul about the modern parallels to the early seventies, the difference between how Coppola, Spielberg, Lucas thought about directing, and the story of Melissa Mathison, who went from Coppola’s friend’s babysitter to his mistress to one Spielberg’s most important collaborators (writer of the best of his alien trilogy, ET). Good chat! Hope you like it!

Some other books I drew from and may have referenced:

The Friedkin Connection: A Memoir, You’ll Never Eat Lunch in This Town Again, The Friday Afternoon Club: A Memoir, Adventures in the Screen Trade, and Pictures at a Revolution.

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This week on the Frotcast, bitter infighting consumed the group chat as the third day of negotiations about what to watch for this episode reached an impasse. While the talks were Vanced, the Strait of Discourse stayed mercifully open. What we’re trying to say is, We didn’t watch a movie this week. Sorry.

Rapper/pornographer Ray J has months to live. He also has a very strange interview with Cam Newton’s silly hat. Ray J answers the question “Are you gay?” with a story about what people do when they go home. It gets worse from there, believe it or not. A sample exchange: Ray J: “Do you listen to Biggie Smalls?” Cam: “Can you just answer my question?” We’ll always love you for moving your hat 7 times in a 30 second conversation, Ray J. What we do in life echoes in eternity.

Then we get some IRL Kyle Mooney action when streamer 4_Inches gets spotted at In N Out Burger (drink!) by Jakob with a K (drink!), the lead singer of Sublime (drink!). What follows is one of the dumbest conversations we’ve ever been privileged to hear. This then leads to one of the Frotcast’s top two or three Nobel Prize-worthy anthropological theories; Socal bros = saltwater juggalos (drink!).

Next, many are calling it The Most Australian Story Ever: man uses his dog to unsuccessfully bludgeon a murderous crocodile but is mercifully saved by a Sheila having a ciggy and his mate Kevin Bevin, who then blesses us with a wonderful new term for a penis.

Finally, someone tried to assassinate Trump again, but this time it was a libbed out soyboy who geared up for murder and then took a mirror selfie doing the Lin-Manuel Miranda lip bite. WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING?? Perhaps making campaign pledges to only the most insane people in America and then aggressively doing the opposite has some sort of deleterious effect on said crazy people. Who can really know what is in anyone’s heart though? The Frotcast’s official BPD GF Olivia Reingold did what any good WCHP dinner journalist would do and documented the action by taking a selfie video. You can poison our houseplants any day, girl. 🤙😁!

-Description by Brendan.

Frotcast reviews the "Hitler before Hitler" biopic, Max, from 2002.

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Welcome back to another episode of The Frotcast; on this podcast we hold space for opera singers and ballerinas. Dave Weigel joins us this week to talk current events and Marty Supreme.

To kick things off, we take advantage of having a real-deal reporter on the show to talk about current events. Dave takes us through the latest on the Iran War and what it means: nothing! We’re still trying to figure out if we’d like to get drafted and die in Iran, or stay here and die of Measles. Choices, choices.

Because this is now a looksmaxxing podcast, we discuss Clavicular. More importantly, Brendan has a bone to pick with the fellas for not appreciating his one-word message in the group chat: cloacular. These philistines don’t understand true art when they see it. Chatmogged.

We are unfortunately discussing Glenn Beck again, and his good pal AI George Washington. General Sloppington makes some very interesting insights into the current situ-haha just kidding. He makes a bunch of mouth sounds that resemble coherent sentences as Beck drools in awe. As they say online “this must hit so hard if you’re a dumbass”.

Finally, we discuss Marty Supreme. Once again, Josh Safdie brings us a tense, grimy NYC thriller with stunt casting and parts that have no business working, yet do anyway. Case in point: Mr Wonderful from Shark Tank plays a major role and knocks it out of the park. May we humbly suggest a starring role for Senor Wonderful in a Harry S Truman biopic? Finally, we round things up with some Oscar prognosticating. Please do not bet on our favorites, unless you win and then you have to give us a cut. By reading this sentence you have agreed to the above terms. Thank you.