This isn't the farmless void of a prison of the eighth dimension.

This is junk food cinema.

Hi, this is Dick Miller.

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

Who are these guys?

Dear, Damn straight, it's junk food cinema kids, and we are back.

And there was much rejoicing.

After a long summer vacation, a hiatus, it's been a long time.

We shouldn't have left you without some junk food on which to chew. And that's why we're back. This is, of course, Film School Reject's weekly

Coltman Exploitation Film podcast that is staggeringly devoid of irony. That's right. Irony is unwelcome

here as John Big Booty or his followers.

I am Brian Salsbury, your host with the least, and I am joined, as per usual, by my co-host,

my friend, screenwriter slash novelist, Mr. C. Robert Cargill.

It's pronounced Big Booty.

Big Booty.

Big Boat.

Damn it.

All right.

And that's, I think we've pretty much clued people in as to what we're talking about today.

But before I get into that, I want to remind you that junk food cinema is available on iTunes.

If you just search for junk food cinema in their podcast section, we're also on Stitcher.

We're on Twitter at junk food cinema.

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