One game kills time.

The other kills people.

Luckily, our game only kills diets, really.

It's another sweet and salty episode of junk food cinema.

Hi, this is Dick Miller.

You're listening to Junk Food Cinema on Film School rejects.

Who were these guys? Yeah. Welcome back to junk food cinema. This is Film School Reject's weekly cult exploitation film podcast that seeks to set before you a feast of overlooked and or underrated gems, served up with no irony, not even on the side.

This is Brian Salisbury, former writer of the JFC column on FSR, and joining me as always is my friend and co-pilot, the Dallas to my ace, screenwriter, novelist, Mr. C. Robert Cargill.

Why do you get to be ace? Because I said so. I look closer to ace than you do.

Oh, oh, this is, is this really going to happen? I have the costume for fuck saying.

No, and I'm glad you admitted to that, you know, the first step is admitting costume. I have worn it to cons before. It exists.

Yeah, and now we have no reason to doubt that, and I'm so happy.

None whatsoever.

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Kind of a somber note we're starting on this week because the film world has lost an icon

recently.

And though the passing of Mickey Rooney is indeed a sad goodbye to a living link in our cinematic past,

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