It's very difficult to keep the line between the past and the present.

Do you believe that someone out of the past can enter and take possession of a living being?

We may be true with the past, but the past is not through with us.

Welcome to the next picture show, a movie of the week podcast devoted to a classic film

and how it's shaped our thoughts on a recent release. I'm Tasha Robinson here with

Genevieve Koski. Keith Phipps. Scott Tobias is vacationing on Martha's Vineyard, where a venal

mayor has just given the go-ahead for tourists to return to the beach after a couple of mysterious

tourist devouring accidents that we probably don't need to give any more thought. It'll be fine. Here on the next picture show, we believe that no film exists in a vacuum and that all culture is more interesting in context. So every week, we get together to talk over a classic film and consider how it relates to a current movie. This week, we're living every week like it's shark week.

Or at least we're living this week and next week. Like, they're both shark week. Yeah, you get the idea. We're talking about sharks, is what I'm saying. Keith, you've got a couple of whiskeys in you. It's been a grim, quiet night here in the studio. Do you maybe have an Oscar-worthy monologue for us about what's up with our current pairing? He was coming back from dinner and heading to the Navy Pier IMAX theater in Chicago.

We just got our popcorn.

We took our seats.

300 critics and special guests went into that screening, and none of us came out until the movie was over.

But we took two hours to play, but you didn't see that CGI shark until at least an hour in.

It was a Megalodon, the Meg, they called it, prehistoric thing, two million years old, 25 meters long if it was an inch.

You know how you can tell when you're watching the movie, the exposition, the damned exposition, go into a shark movie looking to see someone eaten by a shark and felt like

we didn't get it for a week. Just a bunch of Jason Statham taking his shirt off and growling at

people. That Stathen, he's got lifeless eyes, movie hero, tough guy eyes. Hardly even looks living

until he goes to punch a megaladon in the face.

Well, we formed ourselves into podcasting groups to talk about it, you know, just bunching up together

to compare this new shark movie The Meg to the mother-of-law, Steven Spielberg's jaws.

Never been frightened of comparing two movies before now, but I think we may run aground

once we start talking about how much one of these movies runs shallow and one runs deep.

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