Hi, this is Dick Miller.

You're listening to Junk Food Cinema, who were these guys? Get ready to rock junkie-ons because it's time for another episode of junk food cinema brought to you by film school rejects.com.com.com.

Dot, you're never too old if it's not too loud.

I am your host, Brian Salisbury, and I'm joined as per usual by my friend and go host.

He's a novelist, he's a screenwriter, lieutenant of Megaforce.

He is the best keytar player that I know, Mr. C. Robert Cargill.

And I'm still crazy.

After all this time.

This is, of course, the weekly cult and exploitation film cast

where the pursuit of wisdom is a low priority. Let's just put it that way. In the words of the

great Billy Connolly, how did you get this number? Please stop calling here. I am super excited

that we are continuing on with our theme of guys who rock.

A follow-up to last February's gals who rock.

And last week, of course, we talked about Velvet Gold Mine.

And this week, we're talking about a film that actually shares a lot of interesting thematic content with Velvet Gold Mine.

However, there is no Jedi Master fornicating with

a Dark Night of Gotham.

There's not a lot of Wang in this movie. Not as much as you would expect. But hey,

speaking of Wang, Jung. Thank you. I was like, this is a terrible. It's a terrible segue, I know,

but our back catalog is available on iTunes as well as on

blog talk radio and Spotify.

That is the worst segue.

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