Thanks to BetterHelp for supporting FilmSack for 10% off your first month, go to BetterHelp.com

slash FilmSack, and start living a better life today.

This is FilmSack.

Hello, one and all, and welcome to FilmSack. This is FilmSack episode 533.

I'm Scott Johnson, the show is mine in the very depths of film entertainment for all mankind.

Welcome to November. Joining me today, Brian, first thing he did was touch a frozen arm

from a man who died and wants to fall off done away.

Right. Ah, shit. Oh, hi. And in case you missed it, the four of us who formed FilmSack

legendary defender has spent a little over a decade watching crappy movies and defending the earth

from angry acting bad science and predictable plot points. And with that in mind, I think I'm

finally ready to reveal my most ingenious plan to date to fight against the Hollywood-made

menace that is pushing us to the brink of a tropus storm. That's right, a tropus storm.

For years, we have been warned of the dangers of trope warning. Hell, Al Gore tried to warn us

about the dangers years ago with the latter in a PowerPoint presentation. But did we listen?

Nope, because he's an idiot and he thinks he invented the internet. Okay, maybe he'd never actually

said he invented the internet, but the damage is done. Cred lost. You're out of there. You're out of

here, man. See you, Gore. Anywho. I have been Twitter-sating. That's conversating on Twitter.

With Neil, the grassy Tyson on the idea of sending up satellites into the troposphere

to form sort of a net over Hollywood. They'll shoot down any tropes before they can group up and

well, other tropes and tip the scales to a full on Armageddon. A much better movie. Oh, look,

the grassy responded to my idea. Hey, man, this is just a parody account of the real

Neil deGress Tyson. Well, that is disappointing. Oh, there's more. Also, I am no scientist,

...